The Room

Square and formal.
No doors. No windows. No far echoing corridors to run down.
Just a bed. A bare bed.

No one wants to say
“no way”.
No one wants to think
“no way but this”.

Our bodies hard and white. Every error
picked out.
There is no sensuous act without
darkness. Who can move their tongue?
This whiteness harshes all.
It is too true.

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8 thoughts on “The Room

  1. your poem inspired me to do a painting somewhat paralleling this idea. you should really see it.

    i have never really liked john montague’s works.. some say he was the best irish poet since Yeats! rubbish! .. it is like comparing dan brown to james joyce.. you just dont do that.. okay sorry enough bashing of people!

  2. Montague is one of my favourites actually! “The Same Gesture” is a beautiful poem, yet fake in a way. “The Room” reminds me of a more realistic approach brought on sex (without alcohol!)!

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