My Very First Room
Before I had a brother, I had a room
But I lost it as soon as my brother left our mother’s womb
Its walls were white
Colours so bright
Blue and red
Were the colours of my bed
A closet full of toys
Soon there would be two boys
Many stains were made on the floor
When he was born, I was shown the door
I had a new room
But it was dark and full of gloom.
Daily Prompt: “First, read this brief reminiscence of Emily Dickinson, written by her niece. And now, here is the prompt that the museum suggests:
Martha Dickinson Bianchi’s description of her aunt’s cozy room, scented with hyacinths and a crackling stove, warmly recalls the setting decades later. Describe a bedroom from your past in a series of descriptive paragraphs or a poem. It could be your childhood room, your grandmother’s room, a college dormitory or another significant space from your life.”
From Na/GloPoWriMo
