Too Comfortable

It is just too comfortable to let lie - no pretence 

intended, but I cannot consent to an argument 

I’d do better sitting at the desk to write; well, in 

the event - least not tonight; it’d be like a vigil I 

had to be blackmailed by, or coerced into - the 

innuendo being why don’t you take it seriously 

and I do - tho somehow lying in bed writing’s a 

pleasure I’d put before that decorous bearing  

So I lie here - listening to our neighbour’s dog 

protesting about someone throwing sheets of 

iron off a trailer at 8pm; - no-one claims its an 

imposition although it would be hard to tell as 

its half a mile away, but the dog has its say & 

we’re relieved when it finally ceases to bark 

That quiet ascends gracefully brings a peace 

of mind I’m already embraced by here in bed 

so why would I want a desk of ‘circumstance’ 

to justify the recompense of writing free … 

© 3 March 2016, I. D. Carswell