The Writer’s House
image source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mkgylOJSdhE&list=WL&index=26&t=10079s
one day
i’ll live in a writer’s house,
with maroon, mahogany bookshelves
stocked with all the stories
that make me laugh loudly and quietly cry
and hopefully some that someday i, myself, will write.
one day
i’ll live in that writer’s house
with my favorite room upstairs opening to a balcony,
overlooking the backyard of tricolor trees,
the wall made entirely of windows
and a beautiful, baby blue breakfast table
where i’ll spend hours looking out
at the pattering rains and the bending branches
waving at me to actually start writing.
one day
i’ll live in my writer’s home,
with my steampunk lightbulbs above me,
gleaming bright, warm gold
against the rolling gray skies i’ll gaze at longingly.
my rose gold french press will sit across from me
as i read a fond old favourite,
my medium dark roast coffee cup
with a tip of toasted vanilla caramel creamer,
steaming perpetually
through the pages.