Behind me the loungeroom

by Keztril

open plan we live

kitchen slides into dining

and typing I sit

tonight words are not my familiar

they evade me refusing to travel

this page awaits

over shoulder I glance

yearning for inspiration I find lounge room instead

searching for distraction I see flickering images on screen

eyes follow a long cord

a line of muteness leading to headphones

clamped upon cranium

inert to the naked eye

the back of a recliner armchair

whilst playing host to a sewn blanket (triangular it lies)

also hides a teenager

lights are off

and a heater burns the nip from air

I breathe it all in

this place where haven makes it’s abode

Response to activity Monday week three