I have a workshop where I write.
It’s a box that is warm in the winter
and cool in the summer.
Shelves cover one wall and
art adorns the sides.
A window sits but you can’t see out.
Instead the cool green of young trees filter
the light.
A sofa takes up the far wall,
but you can’t use it. It is filled with a
dog, quick to wag and smile.
On the desk
a computer, sleek and black.
A sound system beats to Radio Two and
the tapping of keys keep time.
The door is always open and the greeting warm.
This is a place of fairy tale and story.
Stay quiet long enough and you might see
a fae or troll hiding out before they are called
to take their place in the latest tale.
This poem was inspired by the daily prompt – writing space.
Kate Murray 
I feel like I’m in the room with you. Don’t let me disturb you, can get you a cup of tea?
That would be great – thanks. Milk no sugar. And don’t trip on the goblin, he keeps bugging me to go in a short story. 😀
Come here you goblin, we need milk. Now be a good goblin and run down to the shop for us would you?
OK he’s gone now, at least you have a few minutes of peace. I do hope he doesn’t get lost though.
He won’t. But I’m a good three-quarter of an hour away from any shop so thank for the hour and a half of peace.
You’re very welcome – now get back to writing, times running out!
😀