Keys
Presents and feasting and company later.
Here, first awake in the house, I sneak myself
downstairs to play with words which are always my favourite toys. If this seems
a trivial thing to say, you have misunderstood the art of playing.
Three chocolates slip into my mouth, longing to melt.
Coffee keeps the sweetness in check.
Smells like a coffeehouse: pithy, pungent first brew.
Starling song and choral harmony and footsteps next
door I hear.
Letter squares on my keyboard, set out in a grid like
the table of elements; beyond this, the washing that still needs drying but is
tucked back from the centre, the snoozing dog who knows I have the wrong socks
on for walking, from twin windows, the sky so soft, gauzy rain falling. Gloss
of wet ivy on the fat trunked ash, this is what I see.
Under fingertips, these smoothed well-worn keys. All
the words waiting to be unlocked. This is what I feel.
Unlocked or unwrapped?
The strongest magic is in the sharing. This too I
feel. Fingers on the keys find the best phrase: Thank you.
And doth your fingers glide upon thine keyboard and present us with the magic of your thoughts.
ReplyDeleteChristmas positive ambience and thank you.
In peace and goodwill,
Gary
Peace and Good Will indeed :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you Gary for your constant support.