The lamp waits.
Flick of the switch heralds the writer’s good intentions.
Stage lit,
spotlight on the writer.
Distraction sparkles
from every particle of dust and ‘to do’ pile.
In desperate search for first word
the writer’s eye follows the lamp’s long, sleek, silver lines,
silent and still,
illuminating scraps of life.
Captured thoughts on dog-eared post-it notes,
smiles in family photographs,
wooden hearts and wire angels,
shadows of mysterious creatures
inhabiting rare spaces between memories on the wall.
The writer’s imagination begins to glow.
