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This is the room where he kissed her for the first time.
Long before that, this is the room where his sister painted a picture of their family. It was the first time they'd been complete, though always willing to make some space.
This is the room where a snake wrapped herself around a ghost, and they sank silently into a single being. Where the kitten chased her mouse with lipstick smiles.
This is the room filled with old things made by an angel, of bronze and that which is broken. Without a note, they sing as brightly as she did.
The first night, this is the room where they slept, curled together in a tight, small ball. For the first time, concrete then felt warm.
This is the room once filled with boxes and men, before it was a lost cause. And when it became so again, this room remained. No souls left to breathe its air, but this room remained with everything still in it, from steel treasures to canvas to words. This is the room that was left behind with the rest: but it faded away slower at least.
Long before that, this is the room where his sister painted a picture of their family. It was the first time they'd been complete, though always willing to make some space.
This is the room where a snake wrapped herself around a ghost, and they sank silently into a single being. Where the kitten chased her mouse with lipstick smiles.
This is the room filled with old things made by an angel, of bronze and that which is broken. Without a note, they sing as brightly as she did.
The first night, this is the room where they slept, curled together in a tight, small ball. For the first time, concrete then felt warm.
This is the room once filled with boxes and men, before it was a lost cause. And when it became so again, this room remained. No souls left to breathe its air, but this room remained with everything still in it, from steel treasures to canvas to words. This is the room that was left behind with the rest: but it faded away slower at least.
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This is more of a poetic prose piece than a narrative poem, but I don't think the classification really matters that much.
Yet another thing inspired by Icarus in Flight, because whenever I'm in lit arts that story won't leave me alooooone. Except during October and November, when it kindly made space for that year's NaNoWriMo. We were assigned a prompt to write about a room using the phrase 'this is the room.' I wrote about the back room of Fox's home in Icarus in Flight, because I planned out that house with precision and slight insanity, and it's all plotpointy. So this piece is very pretty and poetic and metaphorical and confusing if you don't know the story, and if you do it makes perfect sense. Which was kind of the point.
Enjoy
Yet another thing inspired by Icarus in Flight, because whenever I'm in lit arts that story won't leave me alooooone. Except during October and November, when it kindly made space for that year's NaNoWriMo. We were assigned a prompt to write about a room using the phrase 'this is the room.' I wrote about the back room of Fox's home in Icarus in Flight, because I planned out that house with precision and slight insanity, and it's all plotpointy. So this piece is very pretty and poetic and metaphorical and confusing if you don't know the story, and if you do it makes perfect sense. Which was kind of the point.
Enjoy
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That is absolutely lovely. I also like the confusion; it leaves the reader to more freely imagine and put pieces together for their selves.