Mental Pause
Musings of delirium and other words wrought
from the heart of middle age... Em
Red
Dreary spaces called to me
With steamy-hued desire.
A favored couch and matching chairs
Had need of new attire.
Covers slipped and slopped were sad
From years of use and spills;
Flirtatious thoughts now begged my purse,
“Surrender to our will!”
A giddy, rebelled, rising voice
Took charge inside my head.
Emphatically, it came to me,
“The sofa must be red!”
The picture in my throbbing brow
Directed every step
From shop to shop until I met
The best designer, Ed!
He listened to my witty rant
Of sofa covers slipped.
He teased and tamed the rebel vision
Darting from my lips.
With august flare he brought to life
The picture in my head;
Forties floral, tweed of green,
And a sofa dressed in red.
Em
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