Metamorphosis of a Room

Studio at night

Studio at night

The studio –
one day is a boy’s bedroom with mats on the floor,
cosy blankets, sheets for curtains,
toys and books everywhere.

Then French doors are flung open,
curtains removed,
it’s a playhouse,
a stage where spot lights shine
and two little actors express
their music,
their humour and gracefulness.

Curtains up, lights out,
it’s a movie theatre.
We sit on mats,
lean against the step,
eat popcorn
and watch a movie
on tiny DVD player
set up on the drafting stool.

Grandkids are gone,
once again it’s Ken’s studio,
my eBay store,
the music room.

Tomorrow it will become the ironing room,
I’ll dampen linens with lavender water,
caress out wrinkles
with a hot iron
while listening to quiet peaceful music
in this happy place.

©2003 Sharron R. McMillan

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4 Responses to Metamorphosis of a Room

  1. Diane says:

    There’s a line for a poem!

    Like

  2. hernibs says:

    Oh yes, there is. It’s soaked into the walls. 😉

    Like

  3. Diane says:

    So much living and love in this room!

    Like

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