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Day 28, only two days until the end of this month of poetry, and we are still to go rooting about in my childhood, it would appear:
Describe a bedroom from your past in a series of descriptive paragraphs or a poem. It could be your childhood room, your grandmother’s room, a college dormitory or another significant space from your life.
Many rooms are rolling around in my memory banks, and I wasn’t sure which to pick, or how to introduce them. The first line of my poem popped up as I thought about my writerly/crafty ways over the years, and I decided just to write it down and follow where it wanted to lead me:
I do my best work in bedrooms;
The places where dreams
Have space to expand –
Take one over,
Grow one’s mind.
There is a stillness I crave
A potential in everyday costumes hanging silently,
A cushioning of the outside noise
By virtue of soft furnishings.
Every quilt reminds me
Of the mythical Land of Counterpane.
The secret thoughts within its walls –
Just a room
With a bed;
But somehow sacred.
I remember a large expanse of blue
With original cornicing,
Where a storyteller slept:
The Keeper of a projector
Full of explorations.
The cramped space –
One had to climb three staircases to reach –
Where a small woman reposed.
All dark furniture
And flowery accents.
The cry of seagulls
Past the attic glass
Of the guest room.
Sun falling on my latest knitting attempt.
A pile of my auntie’s childhood books waiting to be read,
And the promise of chocolate cereal
When I emerged.
What imprints these places
Into our consciousness?
Why is it their comfort feeds
Our souls all through our lives?
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Which room in what house did the prompt make you think of? Let me know in the comments!
Big hugs, stay safe, and I’ll get my thinking cap on for Day 29!
Monty X
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May 2nd, 2020 at 8:15 pm
None of your rooms matched any rooms in my memory but your mention of the quilt reminded me of one of my favourite childhood books. I think it may have been called ‘The Patchwork Quilt’ and each patch was made from a dress worn in the past by the heroine’s mother or grandmother and had a story attached to it. Each room you describe similarly must have its own story.