Indistinguishable - poem 2 (abroad, at sea)
An empty room calls you back.
Ice cold, indistinguishable.
You are distilled through it
leaving only hair in the plughole
and a breeze of perfume.
Your colour paints its walls
Thick, warm and red, its facade
melts like some prehistoric man.
The radiator hums, misses a beat,
light flickers, unsure, then shows
green, black, red the flesh.
You came like some movie star
to thaw it out, the carpet
How dare you?
A happy home in its isolation, looks
came and went, no buyers.
But you invested more than money.
It stood firm before you came,
impervious to rain and shine
now cracks appear, little leaks.
Doors and latches open, into
some Cimmerian darkness.
It stands now open to thieves,
retching with tears.
Two magpies perched.
Stronger now for the invasion.
A small green room repainted red.
Your two cold feet and need to roam,
Thawed it out and called it home.