by Steve Tanham
Will I write in here as snows arrive
Locked eyes and fingers frenzied?
Imagined places, chattering teeth
With windows needing mended
➰
Or will the soft and ancient chair
Seduce me in the corner?
To doze and dream-up worlds galore
While Spring drifts by in wonder
➰
But it’s unlikely that this shed
Will grace me with it’s favours
The ancient box: creative pride
Belongs to next door neighbours
➰
©Stephen Tanham
Sun in Gemini 
Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie and commented:
Everyone should have a shed of their own! I have wanted one for years…
LikeLike
I agree… motivated by envy, I suspect, Jaye! Thank you.
LikeLiked by 1 person
This Shedee (?) sympathises with your plight Steve. May you get the shed of your dreams soon.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Indeed, Jan! x
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂
LikeLike
Pingback: The Writing Shed – Steve Tanham | Sue Vincent's Daily Echo
Thank you, Sue x
LikeLike
I think all creatives have this dream!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes, sigh!
LikeLike
Thou shall not covert your neighbour’s shed! 😉💜
LikeLiked by 1 person
So true, Willow, but difficult!
LikeLike
I know 😉💜
LikeLike