Box Room
By Ed Crane
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A North Kent box-room bedroom
beneath the roof of a 30’s semi
anchored in a sea of thousands.
A secure place for toddlers with a paraffin night-light
and imaginary black-on-black shadows
where Mum comes running to calm the screams.
A bed next a wall with damp patches in winter
where the spread becomes a multi-lane freeway
for De Sotos, Plymouths and Primrose El Dorado convertibles,
Brands Hatch race track for Ferraris, Alfas and Dad’s old MG.
or London streets for STL buses and Foden trucks with eight wheels.
Pillows: clouds or snow-capped mountain backdrops.
A study room for eleven-plus and onward to swots-for-mocks.
A single standing wardrobe, a place for uniforms
and secreted pornographic pictures with pubic pussies masked out.
Mum’s wry smile: I know she knows. Words never acknowledged;
unsure if she was proud or sad I was growing up.
A North Kent box-room bedroom
beneath the roof of a 30’s semi
anchored in a sea of thousands.
Abandoned for a larger room. Stereo record player. Seats for mates (and girls).
A secure place for a new sibling with a battery powered nite-lite. . . .
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Love the image of a house
Love the image of a house anchored in a sea of thousands. Also how in memories of rooms we seem to remember the quirkiest of details like the damp on the wall and how you made it into a race track. I remember being so ill for months when I was little and stared at some 70s curtains for so long that I had created a world out of the patterns on them. A lovely poem that your bedroom was your safe space. Made me smile. Rachel :)
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A lovely poem, Ed, with
A lovely poem, Ed, with comforting memories of a small bedroom with a bedspread whose pattern is a source of inventive imagination and a feeling of being secure within those four walls.
Best, Luigi
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Captivating and relatable..
Captivating and relatable...The bedroom of childhood- does it ever truly leave us? To me those are the warmest, most vivid images as we marched on to adulthood. And when we falter, they call us back to comfort and cocoon our bruised ego. This is very well written and I especially liked how the room accommodated the child's grand imagination.
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Hi Ed,
loved this. Any reason for "night-lite" vice "night-light"? You have "nite-lite" at the end. Should "swats" in "swats-for-mocks" be swots (like I was)?
Well done.
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Great stuff, Ed. Must be
Great stuff, Ed. Must be something to do with this sturgeon moon.
Bri-Nylon sheets in fetching tangerine?
Waking to anxious sweating Houdini scenes and violent internal electrical storms. Just the job for a noisy diff, though.
Nicely done. I also liked the idea of the semi among thousands. That room launched you on an interesting and well travelled life.
My phone typing finger is malfunctioning. Really enjoyed this one, Ed.
Parson Thru
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mates (and girls)...that'd be
mates (and girls)...that'd be a hopefully, then?
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catching up - really enjoyed
catching up - really enjoyed this trip back to the decades that taste forgot, and the endlessness of suburbia - and yes, the terrifying curtains - you can buy them as prized vintage items now!
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