When the power goes out

I travel through time

Reading on the couch by candlelight

The flame flickers about each candle jar

The glow of the light

Dances upon my open page

With a blanket for warmth 

With a book in my hands

I couldn’t ask for a more simple time

Light the stove with a match

Boil water in the kettle

A hot cup of tea compliments any good read

When I feel the urge to write

The sound of clanging keys 

Is heard well into the night

Stamping the paper 

With each little letter

By the flickering flame

With my old typewriter

This was written by our contributing writer, Karina Coghlan.