Being The Writer Who Stays In The Room

and so it begins
the books scattered on the table:
inspiration and blanks
black words scrawled on a creme
page -
the napkins and crumbs
the cup of tea, golden and wise
the silver spoon, full of sugar cubes
groan of wooden door
steam from cup
whispers
footsteps

ten thousand distractions

jesters, all
craving audience with the queen