Room 504

Note: During World War II there grew up a new breed of ‘time waits for no-one’ or ‘what if there is no next time’ song. Room 504 was one of the songs that best symbolise the pleasure and pain under war time conditions.

Knowing love and grief share the same body
I fear I am tried,
tried and found wanting.

I asked
for room Five Hundred and Six,
before you arrived
not Four.

I am too old for a surfeit of mourning.
This is too precious to spill.

Lust cannot wait;
love can.

© Sophia Roberts
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Room 506

Already I have a relationship
With Room 506, for the
Number is imprinted upon my retina as
I search for the meaning through the door.

An old table, chair and a window…
There is a sofa for lying and thinking.
No reality but my imagination.

So it is a writing room. 

© Valerie Taylor
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I notice

coming between us

there are issues of substance

and the lack of them 

© Sophia Roberts
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