Mansion

A small staircase makes an inexplicable obstacle

to a hall that hasn’t enough light

 

There are suitcases to be searched

for things to discard before we depart

 

In the kitchen food scraps wait to be thrown out

while all this time the sun has been letting us down

 

And a vehicle’s missing making us wonder

how we’ll get away from this damned mansion

 

I could understand why you were so inconsolable then

Wasn’t frustration the meaning of our job there?

 

But a young man appeared saying I’d frightened him

and led me down to another overgrown path

 

Trials like his aren’t wordy or argumentative

but nothing got done without noises and scratches

 

They tell me this labour of ours lasts only so long

and release promises a return to mother

 

 

18.04.23