This Ecclectic Room

I have no way to reach it
This ecclectic room
The players placed in tidy rows
A dolls house with its cushions,
throws.... and love,

I have no way to reach her
This woman sat, in laissez faire,
her children young
All laughing there,
I have no way or form at all
To enter in, To warn, To call,

This dolls house, with ecclectic
throws, the players poised
In tidy rows
Observer, I, ... as fate unfolds,
for time permits
No second go's

M ~