Gran’s kitchen with the copper
in the corner to boil the clothes;
mangle on the angle
to squeeze them half dry.
Built-in Dresser by the door
where Gran kept crayons in a drawer
Smelly gas cooker to provide
marvellous meals from scraps
and cakes from next to nothing;
chenille-covered table, mis-matched chairs
where Teddy Tail the grumpy cat sat.
Gran’s kitchen was a whole home.
Sunroom by the river
tacked onto the back
hot in summer, hotter in winter
because of the stove;
down horrid metal windows.
Brown velvet-covered table
for homework, meals, card games and jigsaws
laughter, flirting and family fun.
That grotty flat near Alexandra Palace
stank of gas and over-boiled cabbage.
All-purpose living-dining-sleeping space
with bunks in the corner for Mum and Dad
so they could stay up late;
we girls had the bedroom.
carved out of the living room
so small, no-one could get in to help Mum.
Foul geyser in the bathroom ─
I was afraid to light it in case it exploded
so I didn’t have many baths,
but it was only for six months.
A typical bow-windowed semi soon led
to Edwardian velvet-swagged splendour
with sweeping staircase
and chilly nether regions,
followed by developer’s country kitsch.
Too many moves as Dad followed the job.
dVerse had a lovely prompt on Tuesday, but I didn’t have time to do it justice, so I wrote this for Open Link Night but the ‘Room’ prompt left me with too many ideas, so there may be more to come. You have been warned!