In a cube of shiny white
there is a straight chair
with a brown leather seat
that no one ever perches on.
It's across from the toilet.
The mirror is relentless,
but sometimes I hide in here.
Reminds me of the night I got up in the middle of the night, while husband and dog snored, and wrote limericks on graph paper in the bathroom. Brilliant, Marian! K
When I was married and my son was growing up, I made long hot baths my inviolable escape hatch. I told them, don't knock unless the house is burning down. (Amazing how often the house WAS supposedly burning down...) Nowadays it's just me and doggy, and I don't even have to close the door.
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I so love this poem!!!!!!!! Brilliant!
ReplyDeleteThe bathroom is my favourite hideout too!
ReplyDeleteWhat I notice is the cubic shape of this poem, the small room, the rigid chair, the four-cornered mirror, and the perfection of retreat.
I hide in the bathroom,too! lol
ReplyDeleteI feel like I'm in cube,when I read your words~
Well Done!
I keep revisiting the image of the chair.
ReplyDeleteNice. Well done.
ReplyDeleteI get to stare at a yellow-tiled wall (old house).
ReplyDeleteare you kidding, this is my work bathroom.
ReplyDeletemother of small children, no privacy at home! :)
Hiding is not a bad thing sometimes. I hear you.
ReplyDeleteI hide there, too!
ReplyDeletebathroom=office
ReplyDeleteI get no time in there, though - 4 chicks live here.
"the mirror is relentless" - hellz yeah
Reminds me of the night I got up in the middle of the night, while husband and dog snored, and wrote limericks on graph paper in the bathroom.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant, Marian!
K
When I was married and my son was growing up, I made long hot baths my inviolable escape hatch. I told them, don't knock unless the house is burning down. (Amazing how often the house WAS supposedly burning down...) Nowadays it's just me and doggy, and I don't even have to close the door.
ReplyDeleteExcellent description--very visual, and the mirror line sews it all up.
ReplyDeletei'm so pleased that everyone likes this!
ReplyDeletevery kind of gut-level this was for me to write.
you never know what will resonate! thank you, friends.
hehe, hiding in the bathroom is a favorite pasttime. Love it.
ReplyDeleteeden
I think many women can relate to hiding out in bathrooms! Sometimes it's the only place we can get a modicum of privacy (and then not always!)
ReplyDeleteI love this...the bathroom is my private sanctuary.
ReplyDeletesometimes *I* like to hide in the bathroom too.. especially ones that have a couch in them. so sophisticated.
ReplyDeleteLove this! But eventually someone will find you.
ReplyDeletexo
I love this, how it reflects the feeling and idea so perfectly within it's shape and tone. To hide in the bathroom, an idea of many layers in itself.
ReplyDeletei love that people relate to this poem. hah!
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