Today's prompt: write about a specific place.
None but the obvious at the moment. Stuck at home and trying to make the most of it.
A sun-banked room, yellow with light.
Front-facing, south-west leaning.
Oubliette from troubled times,
depository of daily dreaming.
Honeycomb hive of interior being.
A library, a lounge, a retreat newfound.
Pink velvet chaise longue, time reclining.
Books happily hoarded, gathered all round.
Daffodils dancing on the window sill,
a reminder of spring, new light, beginning.
A neighbour's dog chimes the hours in barks.
Beyond, the horizon a consolation of blue.
A shadow of a black cat slips under a gate.
Streetlights hum their amber songs.
Above, the new moon hangs like a jewel.
This cloister of comfort, chrysalis complete.