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Sometimes I see her, crouched low on the carpet,
Tying her shoelaces with rigid fingers, gripping and twisting
To form a perfect knot, the wood chippings wriggling down
Through the cracks in the floorboards to where I am sitting now.
I used to knock on her door, but there was never a reply,
Just the faint glare of sunlight through the keyhole, dazzling
Any chance of seeing her room, the Parisian porticos
Laid wide open, the perfume swashing the air in fragrant,
Rose-petalled steps.
I lie on my bed, and stare up at the ceiling.
Why do I see more of her room through there than I did so long ago,
Tripping over my pinafore to squint down the sunbeam
And draw back, stunned by the piety?
Her room was always locked, and now it stands,
A monument to solidarity and solitary goodness
And vain existence
Locked in herself - but there are no keyholes there.
Tying her shoelaces with rigid fingers, gripping and twisting
To form a perfect knot, the wood chippings wriggling down
Through the cracks in the floorboards to where I am sitting now.
I used to knock on her door, but there was never a reply,
Just the faint glare of sunlight through the keyhole, dazzling
Any chance of seeing her room, the Parisian porticos
Laid wide open, the perfume swashing the air in fragrant,
Rose-petalled steps.
I lie on my bed, and stare up at the ceiling.
Why do I see more of her room through there than I did so long ago,
Tripping over my pinafore to squint down the sunbeam
And draw back, stunned by the piety?
Her room was always locked, and now it stands,
A monument to solidarity and solitary goodness
And vain existence
Locked in herself - but there are no keyholes there.
Vague memories of long ago.
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Very ...refreshing? I'm not sure. It was of a nature not exactly common to the site. I really enjoyed it, sympathetic, but not sappy, and very eloquently phrased.