A room somewhere...

Today's prompt is two-fold. First, we are to read Martha Dickinson Bianchi's (Emily Dickinson's niece) description of her aunt's room. The Emily Dickinson Museum then prompts us to write a poem in which we describe a bedroom from our past.

Safe haven

A shade of winter morning

caressed the walls,

a beach-coloured carpet underfoot

and denim curtains drawn open

to welcome the sun

Posters of teenage dreams 

clung to once empty spaces,

and music lifted the downtrodden

while I stayed up late 

in the silence of my haven –

listening, reading, writing –

away from outside world

Andrea Vermaak © 2020