(2/30) Inside My Head

The Prompt for Day 2: write a poem about a specific place.


Vaulted ceilings
rub up against the
cosmos;

accomplishments
and achievements are
locked away in a
rustic steamer trunk
constructed of Scots Pine
and loathing;

walls are void
of adornments;

the floor creaks
like old bones
at sunrise.

Furniture is painstakingly
crafted with exquisite
fabric made from eons
of overthinking and anxiety.

The center piece
of this hallowed space
resembles the angelic stillness
of Trinity College’s Long Room,

each shelf stacked with
mummified words interred
in hand stitched leather
sarcophagi.



© 2020 Abruvanamedsly



Long Room

0 comments:

COPYRIGHT © 2013 ~ 2020 ABRUVANAMEDSLY. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.