A Room by Jacqui Corcoran

This is the room with a view
it is for you
A basket to tend your soul
A moon of dresses
There is another room. A shower cubicle.
But who are these strangers in there?
Leave. Take your stories with you.
Who is this tour guide visiting my home?
Why is he saying somebody died
here? I need proof.
This is the room with a view
 it is for you
A patch of shut irises
A fence to lean their fists of shifting indigo.





Jacqui Corcoran © 2011