Hotel Moi

By Maryll Princely

Welcome

What an honor it is

To grace my floors with your presence

I hope you will enjoy your stay

As I walk you down the lanes

Corridors and rooms to explore

To elaborate yours truly

As she has come to be

Notice the silence

Serenity of solitude tends to be a theme around here

Whether by choice or lack, unanswered questions

But never mistake the engraving for mere designs

For each were hand painted by the imagination which festers like an illness

It still plagues, contains and yet sets free

All at once and never at all

Oh that scent, well it’s coffee

Gives an air of home

The fresh cream and sugar slowly swirling

The bitterness of coffee diluted yet ever so powerful

A staple for survival

One to go about your day

And another to wish goodnight

Comfort in the scalding heat, a welcome embrace

I see you’ve noticed the cobwebs

We have run out of confidence to brush them away

We have placed an order but it has been delayed for years

But we seem to have plenty in store for our guests so don’t you worry

The masterpiece that you are

Your worth will never be lost in here

This is one of our most treasured rooms

Aah the stacks and columns of books enchant you, I see

We live in the mystery of what lies within those pages

Life here may be plain

But within these pages colors throb in the exuberance of life

Imagination bringing vibrancy to the emptiness of the mind

I assure you if you choose to stay

Many a day will be spent lilting your way through these endless sheets

Be careful of the cracked steps

During renovations they were forgotten

Now we have learnt to walk around them

In our words, bits of imperfection adds to the personality,

Don’t you agree?

It’s getting a bit stuffy

Into the gardens we shall continue our way

Rustic and wild, shocking as the unruly may be

The thorns are as celebrated as the roses

For what makes beauty so priceless

As the cruelty of the path to attain

It’s a bit philosophical I dare say

But it works quite in favor of the aesthetic of the place

Too bad our journey has come to an end

Each crevice and cracked jar

Blazing fireplace and golden chandeliers exposed

Now what do you say?

Shall I unpack your baggage for your room has been prepared

We are ready to assist you in every need

Or will you bid us adieu as the plenty who have passed

Quickly dear stranger I eagerly await your answer

By Maryll Princely