The Room

I find myself In this room Where flames of passion Dance Within a hearth That steels my heart With just a single glance Where from a glowing Candle a bra Set in tiers of three I see reflections Of a thousand Crystal memories As it stands upon A shawl of antique lace Draped across the shoulder Of the Grand that waits With a rose of ruby red Laid across her waiting bed Of keys of ebony and ivory Waiting for the hands That with love will understand The ink spots On the yellowed sheets. Inspired by a painting by J. Gibson that hangs above my desk where I write. I have spent many hours in this painting. It is a place I go for peace and comfort. Placed 3rd in Brian Strand's Ekphrasis contest