Homesick

Lost, within the confines of habitat
Claustrophobic walls of crumpled clothes
Piled precariously: a fanfare of muted colour
Silently judging with their discarded stares

A coliseum of boxes, wait impatiently
Until the fated time arrives
When their contents can feel secure
Enough to settle in one place

The room reeks with anticipation
Cellophane coats cling to linens
Pressed and tight,layered with dust
Suitcases stand guard,uncompromised

Plastic tubs under bags
Lined with wasted potential – regret
Unworn heels, gently mocking
Zipped sneers from suits

The muffled complaints
of vacuum packed petticoats
The faceless glare of ornaments
Buried under mounds

A whole life in storage
Awaiting a place to call home

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5 comments

  1. “The room reeks with anticipation . . . Zipped sneers from suits . . .The muffled complaints of vacuum packed petticoats. Love this. Reminds me of our storage for unused by unpartable clothing in our basement. Wonder what ever happened to all those old formals and Easter coats???? Loved your poem.

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