The North Common Room

The North Common Room

It breathes memories:
the torso of a piano,
the bambilegged tables
and seats that irked
and pained our thighs.

The room was uncared for:
broad brooding windows
gazed on a grassy nomansland
where a few inadequate trees
huddled together a woodland feel.

Beyond, the housing estate:
red and innocuous
spread in defiance, while
landscape rolled on and on and on
pressing far to distant lanes.

On rainy dates,
with windows smeared
i would yearn you my way
into the smug isolation
of the North Common Room:

stained with the tears
of my new-blooded love.

TonyHamid