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The Room (poem) The Room Smallness: crammed by tiny tacky bed Shut door, dull glass, shadow pressing in Lamp with cracked and gassy mantle shreds Gray distemper walls like rotting skin Splintery floorboards pricking under foot Grime-filled curtains holding back the sky Spider glares from corner web in soot at Locked in child, determined not to cry Boy lifts the sash and lets warm sunlight in Its rays of promise pushed through leafy trees To find young face but not revealing tears With urchin grin he slips across the sill And ‘I’ve won’ eyes have no alerting sound as He hangs a while, then drops to freedom ground    People have been talking about this Guide Entry. Here are the most recent Conversations: A DESIRED POSSESSION (Last Posting: Mar 24, 2010) Click here to see more Conversations Add your Opinion! There are tens of thousands of h2g2 Guide Entries, written by our Researchers. If you want to be able to add your own opinions to the Guide, simply become a member as an h2g2 Researcher. Tell me More!   Entry Data Entry ID: A64069275 Edited by: Gralen Date: 28   February   2010 Text only Like this page? Send it to a friend

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