Languor
A vintage poem.
Heavy wood door opening; its elegance held in wine-red glass
a warmth emanates, enticing into darkened opulent languor
Spilling notes imbue the air, ooze charmingly as if to settle
finding a place, amongst a cloud of tobacco smoke
ascending gracefully from cigarettes
held in Bakelite by elongated fingers, adorned
Imperceptibly entering, this room with polished mahogany,
Sumptuous red velvet curtains, cocoon low,
moody amber – fiery glints in glass, lighting
a palpable atmosphere of luxury, of comforting indulgence
Perching on velvet cushions,
crossed legs, intimately regaling tales to
companions gracefully exchange; faces contented, amused,
Too engrossed in enthralling conversation, mesmerised by a hypnotic gaze,
Your entrance absorbed, instantly at ease
relishing the unobtrusiveness, by enigmatic ambiance
you easily take your place; slipping within, amongst
Letting out a blissful sigh, like smooth burnished silk.
Written for the 'Smooth' challenge 2023 ©
About the Creator
Tammy Wakeford
Reflections on life; with original photography and artwork
Nurse by day; but writing is where my heart truly lives. Mother to a son and many pets. Enjoy history, nature, rock music.
- Based: South Wales UK -
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Comments (1)
Wow the prose and atmosphere set by your poem is beautiful!