52 Poems for 2013, 14/52: After Ward

Douglas Thompson presents the 14th instalment in his weekly poetry series for 2013.

AFTER WARD

here is the room
where we made love:
consider each white wall
transfigured
by our echoing voices
a pale ceiling
washed with sighs and laughter.

the windows still smirk
like dirty pictures
which framed
our suggestive silhouettes
the furniture still sags
replete
like drunken soldiers.

I sit and contemplate
the years I wasted
wondering how a room
could ever change
and learn how to become
a theatre
a brothel
a cathedral

and silently:

a tomb.

~

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Filed in Stories on April 1, 2013