Writing Room by Sue Johnson

The Literary Police came at dawn
to dismantle her workroom.

Her stories were getting out of hand
growing too wild. They had to be stopped.

The mood boards in vibrant colours
were judged to be too frivolous.

“Writing must be taken seriously,” the judge said.
“It needs gravitas.”

She stood by helplessly as her multi-coloured notebooks
were confiscated for further investigation.

They smashed her pink chandelier
and bundled the sheepskin rug into a skip.

When they weren’t looking she managed to rescue
a painting of a fairy-tale garden

the setting for a story that refused to be silenced.

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