Block
written by: Henry Bladon
He sits.
Fingers motionless,
surrounded by the dust
of books that have been drawn
to his side.
He takes some more time
and thinks.
His clothes hang:
tired, old and full of holes.
Sometimes thoughts burst through
in a clatter of mania;
a cascade of creativity.
Today, keys do not move with purpose.
Today, fingers are motionless.
Today there is nothing.
NOTE:
Artwork by Dutch artist Marcel Herms.
Henry is a writer of all types of fiction based in Somerset in the UK. He has a PhD in creative writing from the University of Birmingham and runs a writing support group for people with mental health issues. His work has been in entropy, 50WordStories, Bloodaxe, The Ekphrastic Review, thedrabble and FridayFlashFiction among other places.
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