The Inkwell

#writeclub

Stuff.….

Stuff you stored away for a rainy day

Stuff with its own character

Stuff that’s lived a life

That thinggummy-bob

that you spent an arm and a leg

for that oh-so crucial job

now resting by a desk

a desk laiden with boxes and tins

holding chips and sprockets, nuts and bolts

an electronic graveyard

awaiting to come to life given the right battery

a place where hand held space invaders

was all the rage, and

Medium Wave played tunes and not static

on your Radio

Books lined up on a shelf gather dust,

with the arrival of an Ipad

While Childhood Friends,

Trinkets and pennants share space

in their own private zoo

in a box in the corner

beyond the door