The menace of mysterious desks


The whispers from the waiting dust
lingers in a thankful smell
of faded ornamental objects
resting peacefully on shady cloths.
Flabby ghosts of Christmas passed
place foggy kisses of neglect
on rejected jackets.
See — dressed in cobwebs
the open letter of eviction
lays undelivered – still waiting
for the heavy palms
of hopeless sweaty signatures.
And as the door behind you sighs;
you are alone in sullen dusk
when far inside mysterious desks
in frozen somersaults
wait in their malignant menace.
and in the thrill to know your drills
of cleaning out the attic.

Copyright Danny Gregory

Copyright Danny Gregory


Today Gabriella introduces us to the work of Danny Gregory at dVerse who have written several books on drawing and how to change your life with art; he has allowed us to use the images of his Flickr account for today’s prompt. Join us at 3PM EST.

February 10, 2014

24 responses to “The menace of mysterious desks

  1. From the words of your poem I can really picture the dusty attic. Indeed, so much is ‘dressed in cobwebs’ there, and the ‘sullen dusk’ can be rather overpowering!

  2. Your poem evokes old-fashioned and inefficient bureaucracy. But maybe there is something positive in that ‘letter of eviction’ which has not been delivered yet.

  3. smiles…i almost picked this picture…it reminds me of my great uncle….of cleaning out his house after….so eviction took on a different meaning for me….and perhaps a different feeling…

  4. attics are such wonderful mysterious places.. i spent hours on the attic in my aunt’s house – so much to discover – and i was literally clothed in cobwebs once i made my way back into “normal” smiles

  5. I specially admire these lines:

    place foggy kisses of neglect
    on rejected jackets.
    See — dressed in cobwebs

    What a mess of those mysterious desks ~

  6. I tell you what, brother, your free verse improves weekly. This is such a wonderful strong piece of work; really excellent writing, & a nice take on Danny’s terrific sketch. I, too, like the lines /the open letter of eviction/lays undelivered–.

  7. “the open letter of eviction
    lays undelivered – still waiting
    for the heavy palms
    of hopeless sweaty signatures.”
    And so it is with antique thoughts and beliefs we have stored rather than jettison!

  8. The mysterious desk and sketch of a drill seemed so incongruent to me at first glance but you pulled them together deftly…well writ!

  9. I have double feeling about cleaning, throwing away and keeping old evoking things, telling story about people and places….cobweb away and then again…pondering: do I need this thing…smiles

  10. I like the idea of “waiting dust”..bringing it to life. Wonderful visuals all the way through. Attics hold so much in terms of memories, regrets, rejections, failures and accomplishments.

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