I remember the feeling well,
and the smell, a musty stink,
and the lady ladling out
cups of tea,
and the busts of important men
atop roman plinths,
and the racks of books,
and the bit below stairs,
the Loftus Room,
a large black grand piano.
A time when everything that’s read
comes from a comic,
book and newspaper.
October 31, 2016
October 31st, 2016 at 10:57 am
You are very evocative of place. The parts I liked most were “musty stink,” “the bit below stairs” (it suggests familiarity), “The Loftus Room”, because the room sounds awesome. Your language is simple and effective. Short and sweet, too. Really enjoyed it.
October 31st, 2016 at 11:22 am
Thanks I appreciate your comment