A Desk

A Desk

A Chapter by Dave Brown



An old Black Walnut desk

With one badly braced leg

A thin and crackled spindle

Fragile as the shell of an egg


Varnish once highlighted its grain

Now faded and worn through

Only slivers and cracks decorate

An open drawer, in faded hue


The chair, one companion

Showing the age they both share

And a half-read novel, open

In this place, with this pair


But no eyes are looking

No words are now seen

The unused reading glasses

Are done relaying literacy’s cuisine


The bookcase leaning

One paneled, glass door ajar

Where magic moments wait in vain

Neath an ancient cigar scar     


Dust, the desk’s companion

Together, quiet and still

No one seeks the lone reading glasses

By the book, on the desk, by the cracked window sill



© 2021 Dave Brown

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This is brilliant poetry! Your rhyming is strong & unique & interesting. I was picturing the scene vividly as your description unfolds. Many clever lines, including: "relaying literacy’s cuisine" . . . this poem could be about an actual object, but it could also be about some part of ourselves that we've neglected, say, people who grow older & their eyesight does not allow for easy reading, or any number of possibilities! I finished my book (a little over 2 months & 300 printed pages), so prepare to be pestered again more regularly (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

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