Aladdins Cave

 

We came to call it his cave

but in fact it was his bedroom quite unmade

This room, his declared territory, a grotto indeed

had become a secret place in a forever chaotic state

Wherein an assemblage of all his life was gathered

possessions, too many to mention

festooned in this an Aladdins Cave

The bed was barely noticeable yet it was there

shrouded in semi darkness I did stare

It took some time for my eyes to adjust

to behold an agglomeration of treasures and dust

 

Computers and other machines each with flickering lights

did entice the invited guest to see

Books, clothes, pictures and portraits

handicrafts, leaflets and magazines

This cavern was a personal creation

a refuge in which to retreat with sanction

from a household dysfunctional and beset with noise

Two hefty locks on the door barred the way

from would be intruders who were kept at bay

 

It was difficult to equate its interior

with all that composed its exterior

A place of obscure gems, hobbies and projects

personal possessions, acquired and hoarded

The Cave was a hidden domain

which spoke clearly of the owners name