The Barrel

 

                                 Written by G. Cameron aka
In the corner of the bedroom stands a carton,
A cylinder that house  a Christmas tree.
Assorted goods for trade, a seaman’s cargo,
Escaped its belly since it came to be with me

All the same you would not know it if you see it,
For it is  dressed up in fine blue cotton
And looks quite lovely,
It stands taller than its height, a mere four feet  

One can see its head but then again not clearly,
For it’s carrying a middle picture tube
Like a native woman under her fruit basket,
That she sets down sometimes to breathe,

It’s a cousin to the nightstand, of the rosewoods,
And therefore in the décor fixture family,  
And this musky smelling, adorned cardboard
Is  the rooms most important piece

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