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May 2013
The one with the
         crack
along the middle,
dark and so thin
words could fall through
like water in a colander.

Under the grand chandelier,
a slew of sheets
spat with confident blue juice,
cardboard-covered notebooks,
a team of paper ***** to be tossed
towards your wooden jail.

Sketches of mice, polar bears,
a recipe for rabbit at his right elbow,
red Shakespeare
and a well-read thesaurus
as scruffy
as recently rinsed blonde hair.

You always ***** the lid
on your own *** of ink, black,
sleeping silver scissors
near your French dictionary
and shells over a plastic
sunglasses case.

The table
in the room
in the house on TomΓ‘s OrtuΓ±o,
serenity bathing you,
a golden spark
of solitude.
Written: May 2013 and April 2014.
Explanation: Another possible poem for my third-year university dissertation. On 17th August 1956, while on her honeymoon in Benidorm, Spain, Sylvia Plath wrote in her journal about her and her husband's writing table, under the title 'Mr. and Mrs. Ted Hughes' Writing Table.' A work in progress.
Reece AJ Chambers
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Reece AJ Chambers  26/M/Northamptonshire, England
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