A Crowded Room

It was a crowed room —

Margot cuddled the stuffed
angora rabbit, always close
or in hand. It was thought to
contain her soul.

The musician — Ike I think —
was new, hands in constant
motion, but slow, as he thrums
the absent guitar, a nonstop
adagio, lost in the floe field
of his mind.

Active, bouncing about,
jouncing off of walls, chairs,
unkempt frizz of hair, Elizabeth
liked to recite the mawkish
poems she wrote about lost
pets eviscerated by her hand.

Chloe mostly stayed in the
corner, bowl and wooden
spoon propped in her voluminous
lap as she worked to transmute
gneiss and iridium into marzipan,
with varying degrees of success.

I stayed by the window most
days, waiting for a savior, focused
on the world outside. If you stare
long and hard enough, you do not
notice the bars behind the glass.

There were five of us not
attired in white —

It was a crowded room.

**Process notes: This started as a response to Shawna’s Monday Melting word prompt to use the following — angora, floe, iridium, frizz, eviscerate, gneiss, transmute, jouncing, thrum, marzipan, mawkish, adagio. I could make no real sense of combining the words so I went for the extreme of a setting that made no sense. I also wanted it to feel ‘gloomy’, ‘moody’, so I loaded it with a lot of ‘o’ and commas to slow it down, make it drag a bit (except for where it did not fit the personality contained in that stanza). As always, love the feedback. Let me know what you think.

5 Comments

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5 responses to “A Crowded Room

  1. Shawna

    AWESOME. I love the big reveal at the end. 🙂 I totally thought you were talking about children, perhaps at preschool.

    These are my favorites:

    “as she worked to transmute
    gneiss and iridium into marzipan,
    with varying degrees of success”

    “If you stare
    long and hard enough, you do not
    notice the bars behind the glass”

    Thank you for setting my mind at ease about the contents of yours.

  2. Mark,
    I really think this is a great use of the words….excellent work!

    “Floe field of his mind” is a great line.

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