I have a workshop where I write.
It’s a box that is warm in the winter
and cool in the summer.
Shelves cover one wall and
art adorns the sides.
A window sits but you can’t see out.
Instead the cool green of young trees filter
A sofa takes up the far wall,
but you can’t use it. It is filled with a
dog, quick to wag and smile.
On the desk
a computer, sleek and black.
A sound system beats to Radio Two and
the tapping of keys keep time.
The door is always open and the greeting warm.
This is a place of fairy tale and story.
Stay quiet long enough and you might see
a fae or troll hiding out before they are called
to take their place in the latest tale.
This poem was inspired by the daily prompt – writing space.
I have my masters mark!!!! I have passed with a merit.
*does a little happy dance*
The daily prompt has asked what I’d put in my very own vending machine… The simple answer is – I wouldn’t.
Today I went shopping. And instead of going to the local shop I went to the larger supermarket. I say ‘larger’ because to me it is huge, but to most people it is medium sized. I once went to one in a city and you couldn’t see the back wall… I am sure I saw the curvature of the earth it was that big. But our large shop has choice.
I love choice, mainly because there is so much I can’t eat. My nut allergy limits me. But the big store has enough variety that there is something I can browse and munch on. It’s the browsing I miss. I have to walk past the chocolate, and the cakes. No processed food for me! So far I have only found two cereals – one of them today… Thank goodness I like Weetabix but after three months it is a little trying. I stride past the freshly baked bread, ignoring the smell and close my eyes to the ice-cream. Finally I stop.
My new love. The thing I snack on – popcorn. I eat it by the packet, but it doesn’t matter. Even if I were to eat two family sized packs I would not reach the calories I was putting away in chocolate and cakes and crisps. Not to mention the nuts – I loved nuts.
So I wouldn’t have a vending machine, instead there would be one of those industrial machines you see in the cinema, which every few minutes would spit out fresh sweet and salty popcorn…