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The Room of the Stolen Lamps

Updated on June 29, 2017

I walk down the dark street

past the neon drug stores,

alleyways full of cellophane corpses


and arrive at this abandoned building.

In the basement, there is the room

where I imagine they keep


all the lamps that were ever stolen.

They stand there, quiet as dawn,

unlovely as the moon seen through oil,


a string of snuffed torches. As the ones

who were beaten or kidnapped, they stand

afraid and alone. They are like orphans

gazing into the rich streets of a foreign land.


The cords are fallen nooses at their feet,

the shades of their faces in prayer,

the spine of their stands bent in grief.


Outside, streetlights pale above

the beams of silent traffic

and cast shadows like bars.



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      John Hansen 5 months ago from Queensland Australia

      Wonderful imagery, Finn. I like the simple name of the poem and the photo is perfect. I thank Lori for recommending the Creative Exiles to you. I am part of that site and I agree your poetry would be suited there also

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      Lori Colbo 5 months ago from Pacific Northwest

      From what little I've seen of your writing I would say you need to publish in book form. I'd buy. You have a great imagination and express and describe so vividly. If you like to write poetry a lot you might enjoy also writing for the Creative Exiles (google it). It's a writer's community for poetry and fiction. I left it for personal reasons but I enjoyed it a lot while I was there. But please don't leave Hubpages.

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      Finn Liam Cooper 5 months ago from Los Angeles

      I really don't know. i did this as an undergraduate back in the early 90s. I didn't have a car and i used to walk everywhere. I'd walk in the university and the windows were sometimes at ground level and you could see into the basements. The university is a strange place at night...but very alive with lights and sounds....thinking about it now gives me chills...nice ones

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      Lori Colbo 5 months ago from Pacific Northwest

      You are so good at word pictures. I loved this poem and find the topic intriguing. Can you tell me where the idea from this poem came from?