Today’s poem was inspired by my poet friend Linda, who challenged me to write a poem based on a room in a motel. Motel rather than hotel was a nice choice I thought, so here is what I’ve written, it is a beginning on a longer narrative in my head:
Dusty miles of road crept up on us,
Edged into my eyes corners till
The sky blurred into grey. I pulled up
Where the motel lapsed into being.
You twitched in the hot seat, pawing
At the car’s air, which tasted red,
The car itself was blue, dirty and the tires
Worn, their thick rubber coat
How that car longed to shed its wheels
As a snake does a skin.
I took you into the room I paid for in cash,
Looked at the bed’s slightly yellow sheets
You hid in the pillows and I paused
To look at the view, the car park
A moment away, the acceleration
Footfalls from the door with its plastic handle.