A room of one's own
Or was it
A room with a view
Actually my first room of one’s own
Had nothing of a view
Indeed the Venetian blinds ensured that
Yet, o yes yet, a place of love
A place of creativity
A place, yes a place of one's own
I might tell you
Of Lyle Lovett on the stereo
Of Rothko prints on the wall
I may tell you
Of hours and hours
Of peaceful pastel sketching
I will tell you
I am there right now
In that space, of nigh on thirty years ago
