THE OTHER ROOM
The cat will be curled at the bottom of the bed
while I wait for eyes to make their pictures
and for that song to once again enter my dream,
take my hand, and lead me from the bedroom,
through the hallway with its unkempt bookcase,
wicker basket for dirty washing, a framed poster
of “The Lady of Shalott” by William Holman Hunt
and into a room that exists only in my dreams
where I'll see facing me the grandparents I know
only from a photograph. They'll be unpicking a quilt
and will stare at me for a while before they decide
no one's there and take up their needles once again.
darren thomas
Tue 19th Aug 2008 13:08
The more I read and re-read this piece, the more I become absorbed inside it. (This is always a good sign - for me anyway). When I read a poem, I want to be left with more questions than I have answers. If this happens, then I feel that the poem and its writer has hit the spot. Well, I have lots of questions that will only be answered by reading this poem over and over again.
I notice Rodney that you have chosen to punctuate using just commas until right at the very end of the last sentence. I think this works well.
Not sure though if all the verbs are consistant in their tense and maybe this is what I find enigmatic? There is definately something there with this one though. Really enjoyed it. Thanks for sharing.