The Dining Room

Abandoned chasm with ambitions of improvement
Changing room walls from a fleeting fad
Now shun their daring scheme
And crave a soothing cream to cool their eczema-ridden faces

Groaning, paint-speckled boards
Disturbed from years of covered peace
Now play clunky chimes to shod feet and canine claws
Pattering through the ever recurring particles
Of a previous owner’s workmanship

Where gossamer blue swathes once flamboyantly swirled
Around corkscrew arms
Now the windows are dressed by a scampering of busy weavers
In gossamer grey
And patterns not of my choosing

The lightbulb hangs
A tiny wolf-moon ‘gainst a nicotine’d sky

Copyright Diny FvK


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