Ebony black with silver fingers reaching out, letters for their finger prints.
Royal in the center of the carriage cover, a lever I loved to smack
sending the page whirling back for more.
Kept in a tweed colored box with snap locks which clicked when you opened them.
Then grab a sheet of white paper and snap it under the bar. Crank it in, start.
Love the sound of keys striking the page the cujug cujug of the space bar, the ding of the bell. All no longer heard.
But, I take it out now and again, forget this world of computers and processors
carress the keys with anxious fingers, ready for stories to blossem out, where they have been hiding between ink ribbon and air. They come to life, dance before my eyes and I will have them far in the future to read and remember days when they were born.
A contest entry
- Close your eyes and tell me what you see, fouth chapter by Meroza.
850 points, ended March 6, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This poem is so lovable. I do like your mind a lot now. Such imagery and details, I've fallen in love with your poem.
Thank you for entering my contest
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