The Room at the Top of the Stairs


Give her a
small co(a)st,
a close(t) key,

a place
to plead
her case.

Strike her
a match,
a tiny t(h)reat,
a pop

a corner to call

A wonder
land for all to see.

……….(Drink me.)

And if her world shrinks,
at least she’s got this fine
(free range)


Been awhile since I wordled. Also, on Tuesday at dVerse with Mary, we’ll be talking about rooms. I may link up over there as well, when it goes live, unless some other inspiration strikes. 





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9 Responses to The Room at the Top of the Stairs

  1. Misky says:

    A free-range poem. What a splendid idea!

  2. ManicDdaily says:

    This is somehow a very menacing sort of situation. Really well done–succinct, but with the threat very much there. Thanks. k.

  3. oldegg says:

    Sounds like you are imprisoning her, putting in a cage like a chicken, and kidding her she is a lucky and free range which she is not.

  4. Welcome back.
    I’ve missed your free Wordling range of poetry
    of which this is a fine
    ample poem.

    😉 Randy

  5. Glad you’re back here, De!

  6. Mary says:

    Ah, I think many of us could enjoy that room at the top of the stairs! Just a small corner to call our own.

  7. Em says:

    In parentheses: “hat-drink-me free-range”

    Drink me out of a hat, free range? 🙂

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