Naughty Corners

A silly little poem written in jest, but i rather like it:
So often bare and bereft,
corners pose awkward questions,
if left empty to gather dust.
They are awkward to clean,
but shall i let them get dirty,
until cobwebs can be seen.
Or fill them all in,
with furniture and art,
a soft reading chair here,
corner library there.
Potted plants where there is light,
a shrine to Buddha,
in that dark spot next to the fireplace.
No bare and bereft corners here.
Do I interpret a deeper meaning,
am i filling in holes?
Surely just a dislike of corners?
Perhaps just in case, 
i should take myself,
to the naughty step on the stairs.
(KC March 2011)
Kim Cleary, Author

Kim Cleary

Kim writes paranormal stories with a intrigue, suspense and a hint of romance. She loves all animals, especially her dogs; and thrives on coffee and chocolate while writing and researching.

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