Day 24: Motel

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:

Motel Room


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.







The Stirred quad is formed of Rebecca Audra Smith, Anna Percy, Jasmine Chatfield and Lenni Sanders.

Posted in BeccaAudra, NAPOWRIMO Becca, Poetry Scrawls

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The Stirred team at Reclaim the Night Manchester 2015
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