My writers loft

Writing loft

Oh writers loft
Oh writers loft
You can always beckon me
Even now as I happily
sit under favourite my willow tree
Your gabled thatch roof. And old wood beams
Make me into a budding author so it seems
But of this I always dare to dream
Your old plaid mats of yesteryear
May somehow comfort all of my tears
I love your old stark wooden floor
With scratches of history yet untold
I love the little picture window
With lace curtains I placed there
Some other summer so very long ago
I long to sit at oak antique desk
My grandfather left me that sad dark day
With ink pens and blotters all in well kept disarray
I sit here on window seat in rays of sun
And know that lots of work is so yet undone
I smell the jacarandas at my window now
And the passion vine beneath me here
I see the roses my mum planted of yesteryear
Here they grow but she's still in spirit only
with me but oh so near

I have my music on in background nearly mute
It makes me pause with pen with songs delight
Oh Romeo is this how Shakespeare wrote of Juliet
So lovely and so near
Did Byron write his sonnets here
Or in a ship with waves around
Blocking his ears to silence drone the sound

I love my garrett my old writing nook
All in my imagination is all it took
I dream of you my writing loft
But for now I'll sit in lounge reclining chair
And sit and dream of you somewhere
I know somewhere out there
Some writing loft exists
And some lucky author sits
And gazes out
Of my imaginary garrett there
And my jacarandas and my roses
He smells there

Author's Note

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Reviews

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

Lovely caress amid the muse and mind. Our work space is an embracing feature as the ink flows to page.

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

thankyou so much i do not have a lovely writers loft but use my i phone a lot and laptop and a desktop
how about u

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

Just an aging, out of date laptop and cluttered desk. I remember, in Stephen King's "On Writing", he tells of starting out in a cramped little space with a tiny desk and typewriter, wishing for a dedicated larger office with an oversized executive and prestigious desk to compose upon. When he achieved that fulfillment of his dream, he could not find his muse in that room, and gave up the grandeur.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Thanks coyote for your review

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem Ms. Julie. Would be nice to have a place to write and think. You create beautiful place and I liked your thoughts. I enjoyed the flow of thoughts leading to hopeful ending. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

so sorry for my late reply, thanks so much for reading this a long time ago x

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Thanks Emma joy x I appreciate you stopping to read and review !

[emmajoy]

'I love your old stark wooden floor ~ With scratches of history yet untold ~ I love the little picture window ~ With lace curtains I placed there ~ Some other summer so very long ago '

These wonderful words are an invitation to sit a while; to imagine with you.. look around, feel, inhale, understand the sigh of a being seemingly retrospective yet - held by emotions real and otherwise. Dreams, desires.. are beautiful when so dearly and strongly wanted. Sighh..

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

sorry for late reply i only just saw this thanks for your lovely review

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

All reviews welcome
I love to write