a remembrance of some lost richness
some past warmth lives in my striving
to create out of the second-hand and
second-rate a living (as it is called) room
so when the pendant lamps are lit
their light falls richly on yellow silk
on faded floral papered walls
upon rosy rugs on polished floors
music helps of course harp perhaps
or is it flute two candles by a bowl
of fruit oranges or white nectarines
a moroccan covered book a pen a fire
golden in the grate these are parts
of a pattern I’ll often seek to recreate …
‘place mat’
