Room 153

August 18, 2016

Room one hundred fifty three
Is a corridor
More long than narrow
As corridors’ght be
With rows of doors on each side
Chalk-white doors, wooden,
Facing each other
Like doors of classrooms
Or parlours, or public offices
In a small town;
And at its end a demi-table
With a single leg
Like the one that in your grandparents’
House held the ivory bakelite
Gem of the telephone (over lace),
Yet no telephone
Is there: a bell jar instead,
And under it glows
Over indigo velvet
A tiny brass key…

One Response to “Room 153”

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