Hi I have left your room last Thursday and had a sterling and stunning time between the pink sheets. Your duvet was warm and the sheepskin under me negated my need for a heater. Here’s a poem, I wrote for you. Your room is as I found it with few bits of paper for character.

Iselta’s Binocular’s

On the wall Iselta smiles
to make up for Shelly
at various junctures Meli’s
around to balance Jess’ Yes
and No.

The train looks like a Noddy toy
and the Mobil blue light keeps me warm
Shelly’s cough next door
keeps me cosy as I cling to cream
Piggy whose pinks are not rosy
but brown matching the unsaid smile
and the untold frown

The water is warm and the blasting
curry is hot as I look through the lens in
the middle of the night as I hear the Talkback
show and add my two pence for colour

Iselta smiles but the grey TV room
has lost it. I love it here as I pack to leave
smiling at the little room that kept me warm
and the creaking floor that kept company

I leave the piggie for Shelly
I dont know why, may be because
her silence was company and anger
a reaction. I leave nothing for Meli
but my friendship and the hot chillies
in the curry. I leave a ruppee for Jess
as it shines like she does
I miss Iselta’s smile and Jess
and Shelly Meli
As everything is an event for me