My Hotel

Scott Elder (St. Priest des Champs, France)

Helen Ivory: A strange little poem I was instantly drawn to. It’s all sensation, concrete and symbolic imagery, brimmed with paranoia and claustrophobia and a sense of threat. Its title runs on into the first line, so it begins: ‘My Hotel / runs through your thoughts / like an iron horse.’ which made me think of a Victorian locomotive and also a steampunk horse. I also thought of the iconic creepy hotel in The Shining, especially as the poem closes: ‘I’ll crack the door at midnight / and listen for your footsteps // one then one again / each a little closer.' The extra space in that line makes all the difference and shows that silence is as important as ink in a poem.

 

My Hotel

runs through your thoughts

like an iron horse

 

my hotel is a basket of thieves

between dawn and sunrise

 

piling through this open window

red for sailors red for me

 

I’ll crack the door at midnight

and listen to your footsteps

 

one then one again

each a little closer

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

poem © Scott Elder