Upon opening the great oak door,
a warmth greeted me.
There, inside the room devoid of any souls but my own,
sat a single desk neath the lonely window
&
the counterpart chair tucked between its legs.
The fire lowly roared,
its flame filling the room with soft beams of light
escaping through the window.
As I close the door behind me, the latch clicking shut,
I notice a journal, tattered and aged,
beside a pen and jar of ink.
The journal empty
the pen worn from more hands than one.
I pull out the chair, its feet vibrating against the floor
the sound reverberating off the walls
echoing into the vaulted ceiling.
I held the pen, and dipped it into the ink
black as coal, and stained the pages
with my reflections.
Memories.
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 4:33 PM UTC
Upon opening the great oak door,
a warmth greeted me.
There, inside the room devoid of any souls but my own,
sat a single desk neath the lonely window
&
the counterpart chair tucked between its legs.
The fire lowly roared,
its flame filling the room with soft beams of light
escaping through the window.
As I close the door behind me, the latch clicking shut,
I notice a journal, tattered and aged,
beside a pen and jar of ink.
The journal empty
the pen worn from more hands than one.
I pull out the chair, its feet vibrating against the floor
the sound reverberating off the walls
echoing into the vaulted ceiling.
I held the pen, and dipped it into the ink
black as coal, and stained the pages
with my reflections.
Memories.
This is part VI of a ten-part series titled, "Effulgence: A Story of Light."
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