Sunday, February 27, 2011

The Royal Guardian (for One Stop Poetry's One Shoot Sunday)


The Royal sits where it has for nigh on a hundred years.  The sentries, those guardian keys, keep silent secret fears.  Its case bears scars of writer's blood, stained with dreams and tears.  It holds the final sheet of paper from some long-forgotten ream, and keeps it well for someday it would tell a writer's fancied dream.  Its limbs--its lever, keys and knobs--stiff with age--disuse--await a loved one's oiled kiss like passion returns life.

What tales that Royal Guardian told so many years ago.  What tales it'd tell again for bold, creative fingers.  Yet passed by for backspace keys and ghostly words on screens, bare hints of writers' former pleas to coax a story to life.  And still it faithful sits at ready. . .perchance one day. . .

Monty Wheeler

Photo gratefully borrowed from  http://www.jackazphotography.com/

7 comments:

  1. Well phrased personification throughout. "Its case bore scars of writer's blood, stained with dreams and tears." That line hooked me. Nicely done!

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  2. love the same line as dustus....great poem...kinda glad i dont have to bang it out on one..it would take forever to do a post...lol...

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  3. the scars of writers blood line was my fav as well...hope you're having a lovely weekend monty

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  4. One day my skeletal fingers will haunt a similar royal. Great lines of inspiration here Bummy, still chasing that muse? Nah...you found her ;)

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  5. aww, ty's to all of you whom I admire as poets, friends, and all around wonderful human beings for your kind remarks. they mean more to me than you could know :)

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  6. Solid 'nod at past, present & future' work. The finish line made me smile.

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