A Writing Journey; Inventory

This poem was written as an assignment at university. I can’t remember the exact brief that we had to work from for it. Mainly it describes the room I had in the YWCA, where I stayed for my first year of university, and the things within it that were most important to me. So my beloved soft-toys. Books, obviously. A scrapbook filled with all my friends and family. My stereo. My flute and its music. And like any millennial, my laptop - which actually broke during the year and ended up with the full-stop key not working, as I was studying Creative Writing I’m sure you can imagine how annoying not having a full-stop could be! I had to copy and paste one from other places!!

I haven’t really got much else to say about this poem. Here it is, enjoy.

Inventory

White fluffy bunny,

Reclines beside the pillow,

A penguin, ragdoll and polar bear,

Sit guard behind.

Titles sit on the shelf,

Some read multiple times,

Others yet to be.

A book of smiling photos,

Rests on the desk,

They show days gone by,

And memories always remembered.

Three white boxes,

One with light and buttons,

The others spread the sounds,

From the connected iPod.

Clear-files of music notes,

A long silver flute,

Beside is a Fender six-string,

In tune,

Both wait for the music books to be opened.

The desk holds the Laptop,

On through the day,

Silent in the night,

Files of writing,

Programs to chat,

To those far away.