This is for me a pretty swift third draft. I posted a version of this poem/song in October of last year, but felt that a further draft was just around the corner. Inspired by the picture prompt at The Mag, it arrived this morning!



ANOTHER ROOM

I remember only this,
so far removed in place and time:
distant windows framed the stars,
the clock paced out its primal rhyme,
the ballad of the passing hours.
And then the sudden Judas kiss
of a full moon’s shameless rising light
unwound the dark, betrayed the night.

Memory decays, but a sense remains
of emptiness, of spectrum drift
across the universe of that room.
Lost in the stars, my slow red shift
fading now in the semi-gloom
between the moon and dawn.  It drains
to grey, the darkness. Through the haze
in another room, a piano plays.