The Lux Hotel
A poem by Patrick Deeley

The Lux Hotel

The carpet flows full and tender
as moss under our feet.
The windows tilt and turn

on the pivot of a thought
to afford us day or night. Service
second-guesses everything

we want, and when. We sit
at a rosewood table,
ghosts of beauty, ghosts of blood

dolling us up to dwell
on butterflied lobster tails,
chat about sweetmeats.

“This isn’t us,” you say –
“even the bed is so big we’ll need
satnav to find each other.”

About the Author:

Patrick Deeley is a poet, memoirist and children’s author from Loughrea, County Galway. He has received many awards for his writing including The 2019 Lawrence O’Shaughnessy Poetry Award. Seven collections of his poems have been published by Dedalus Press, most recently ‘Groundswell: New and Selected’, and ‘The End of the World’.

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