#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
The Inkwell 