Wonder-lost...

It's a quiet afternoon,

the only sounds are the click of a keyboard in one room

and the clack of a type-writer in the next 

Victoria has long longed for a typewriter 

...since Christmas morning she is the proud owner of one:)

I remarked to her how quiet it is when two people are lost in a world of words...

Lost in a world of words

A pleasant place to be

Where thought is tossed on waves of truth

And footloose fantasy

Through phantom woods we roam

Kicking syllabic dust

Lost twixt a world of home sweet home

And winsome wanderlust

There is no here nor there

We sail and sail away

On nothing but a wooden chair

We touch worlds held at bay

Don’t look for us, my dear

The paths are strange and blurred

Lost somewhere between there and here

In wonder-worlds of word

© Janet Martin