NaPoWriMo 2015: Day 12

Prompt: Prose poem from detailed description of favourite place, meal, or person

#12: FLOOR PLAN OF THE RENTED ROOM CALLED HOME

Books everywhere – four wooden shelves

stacked, bursting

overflowing onto the floor

by the bed.

I say bed, but really

it’s just a mattress (a bedstead

would be too big in a room so small)

A mirror finally after so many years –

wouldn’t be necessary were it not

for conducting practice.

The Major – redoubtable desktop computer

runs smooth as a skater’s blade on ice

graces the writing desk that’s home

to everything else:

scanner, speakers, pliers, pencils,

essential oils.

We won’t talk about the closet

so little space, no drawers.

Attached bathroom, a gift

if ever there was one

boxed-up momentos of past lives

along one wall.

Small but this is home

haven

sanctuary.