Sitting Room

Swirling wooden knots setting time
Close to ripping like crepe paper outlines
of boarded up tombs fastening kirby
Grips held between teeth the coal
Scuttle and poker sit beside her and
Him with newspapers ruffled and tea the
sound of the piano from beneath I
Stare transfixed at the screen all
Senses alert to the story unfolding irridescent
And real while the darkness looks in.