Old Rooms, Old Faces

I didn't think I would walk into the living room,

Unrecognisable, shaped by the time that gathered cobwebs,

The books remained stacked on the mantlepiece, dusty to touch,

I found the lampshade unplugged, electricity out,

And I vaguely saw my reflection in the mirror -

Unrecognisable, marked by time's wrinkles,

I, too, had grown old.

October 23rd 2024 - Berkhamstead Poet's Society, seven items from the room at the Mad Squirrel, and seven lines influenced the poem Old Room, Old Faces. Pictures from Balzan home in Malta.