My favourite book
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Will be written by a man who has a slight limp
and takes time to write in the mornings
when the light fills his study,
making him wish he could capture it in paint.
He hobbles down a cobblestone path
to buy fresh pastries and strong coffee,
always says good morning to a lady watering
flowers, she only ever smiles back.
One day she will pick him a buttonhole
and change everything.
He works with an old typewriter,
passed down by his grandfather
his desk is chipped and dented,
there’s a brown leather inlay with gold leaf.
Underneath there’s a drawer that sticks
it has pencil shavings that roll around,
and a selection of boiled sweets.
When he finishes a chapter
as a treat he takes a cream tea
under his favourite tree
and watches the swallows feeding
long into the afternoon.
His face has lines, eyes are kind
with a thought he takes a journey
beyond the confines of his study,
around the agapanthus out
through the open window
to travel across the downs,
running like a child along
the edge of the beach.
Sometimes when he types, he cries
and laughs at himself as he wipes his glasses
He will dedicate the book to someone he loved
but had to let go, they will know.
A very vivid picture, well expressed. Could see myself in there in places 🙂
And now for some soul destroying critique: shouldn’t it be ‘says’ in the second verse?
It should say says if you look now it does say says 🙂 thanks for the comment and the nit, Glad you could see yourself in the poem, was it the lady watering her flowers 😉
Beautiful
Many thanks Mike, much appreciated. Keith
A lovely poem, I felt I would like to spend time with him, he seems a very gentle kind man. One question, first verse second line, did you miss out the word ‘to’ between ‘time’ and ‘write’? Sue 🙂
I think he is gentle and kind and yes I think I would like to spend time with him too. I did miss out a word Sue so thank you, all fixed now. Best Keith
Excellent visuals in this. Well written so I felt I was there. I’m not surprised it’s been ‘picked’
Eira
Thank Eira you are very kind to say so . Best Keith
When I was about to write my comment I scrolled down and saw it already written by you-know-who. I really saw myself in it. I also like the way the poem uses the title to be the subject of the first sentence. I am all for strong coffee and I do give myself a treat too when I wipe my glasses. Well done. Supratik
Very pleased the poem came across to you that way Supratik, I’m always happy when someone makes a connection like that. Best Keith
PS from what I’ve read of your work, you deserve a treat, it’s very good.