Quills

This is another of my favorite pieces from my old Collection Living Between: The Heartache

Those old worn wooden desk and chair

off by themselves,

in the dark cabin.

A crossed stiched Window pane,

a piece of parchment,

a jar of ink

and the lowly quill.

 

Flat

stuck,

wintery clear hush and the a dusty old lantern

hanging above the desk,

and the quill.

 

Hickory and pine sneak in under the doors

through the cracks of the window sill

slight wafts and tails of gails brush

twitching that quill.

He may not see it but knows it so well,

pruned in the corner

with an ache in his gut.

 

Soft scents bring back the memory

of other nights of the like.

The twiddle of his thumbs,

sweat on his brow betray the anxiety

all that can be seen

the blank parchment,

A deadline,

and A Quill

Reviews

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A greatly unique piece, flowed perfectly, well done, good read.

[Vertigo]

I love this your style is unique

[Anthony Beal]

Greetings, J Anthony,

Nice scene you've created. It nicely conveys a sense of solitude while still allowing faint impressions of the outside world to creep in at the edges of the reader's perception, much as it seems to do with the writer in the poem. Reading it, I imagined the writer seated at his desk in the stark cabin, alone with his parchment and quill, and desperate to begin writing. But it seems that the sight and scent of the world just beyond his window, and perhaps the memory of times enjoyed is a distraction that keep leading his thoughts astray. As writers, I'm sure we've all been there at least once. Thanks for sharing this piece.

[Barbara Walker]

I love how a writer can take a simple object and build up so much around it! Just the right word, getting the reader to see it, as you do! Not an easy task, but, you make it seem so simple, which is how art is written!! Excellent write! Barbara