• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 07


Paint-splattered chair, in space which seeks to flance,
once graced the drawing room in handsome manse
in grounds which, while alive, I called my home
where coiffured shrubs adorning nourished loam
scented pergola where we used to dance.

The décor pains me as would swarm of ants.
the room’s chaotic style cannot enhance
once stylish seat where I would sit and comb.
Paint splattered chair!

I cannot focus right – there’s no advance
to my solidity. I can but glance
about disturbing gloam
and seethe at memory when time to roam.
Paint-splattered – chair?