Conservatory

Iambic pentameter

Such dusty mats of coconut, and hats, and wicker chairs that creak; and chats, and cats on sills that suck the early sun that spills through glass to pass into the frills and twills that talk and twitter, pass the time till tiffin, pass the time of day this way until the chills of morning pass, and cups and saucers clink and find the sink. The daily round’s begun and yarns are spun in sun and shade until the fading light brings night; and glass that’s black as peat reflects the hats and cats upon themselves while vats of black-tar dark and bats are kept outside. And clinks announce the hour for drinks.

Author's Note

This is an old one - about 15-20 years ago.

Reviews

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn..]

Very nice piece of writing that serves to stir the imagination in near to seeing those images that you have deftly painted to page in most remarkable fashion ...

Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

[Andrew John]

Thank you, Marvin. By the way, I contribute to an online radio station called Celtica. It has one speech-only part (the rest bring music) called Squaring the Circle, introduced by a chap called Dave Carrington. He introduces me at the moment (for the next four weeks, I think) reading this poem plus a story I wrote, which is semi-autobiographical and speaks of brain problems (and mentions this poem). In case you're interested: https://www.celticaradio.com/

[Soren]

Many rhymes indeed. It has a dark tone to it that mixes with a lighter party like atmosphere. I sense a dusty feel as well.

[Andrew John]

Thank you so much Soren.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

very nicely done in form...
I like alliteration....and the smoothness, just like cats as they move silently in the dark...
the sun sets, and then the drink sets upon the coaster.
j.

[Andrew John]

Thank you so much, Jacob.