The Artist’s Desk

Always, I want to see
the place of work
I sit and wonder
of the artist’s desk
what trinkets, what tools
they choose

Always, I picture in my mind
the artist’s desk
and what pin-tacked postcards
what scribbled notes of inspiration
may surround it

Is it by a bright window
or in the bowels of a basement
Do they toil below a craning lamp
or by dim candle flicker
do they have a desk at all
or just a strong knee

Always, filled with nosiness
I love to imagine
the artist’s desk
the magic place
where they give birth
to what always was…

[2019]

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5 thoughts on “The Artist’s Desk

    1. Thanks! I do find it so interesting, those places people let their minds relax and wander. I also wrote one based on our exchange the other day (about wondering what friends would write) it’s called Lend Me Your Light and is on here somewhere.

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