Moonlight Bungalow
an emptiness trails
the sweeping view
Moonlight Bungalow
the corroding ceiling evokes
a haunted feel
Moonlight Bungalow
fireplace, fireplace,
every room a fireplace
Moonlight Bungalow
between the walls
the scream for an answer
Moonlight Bungalow
so many fireplaces
waiting to be lit again
Moonlight Bungalow
nowhere to run
nowhere to run
Jim Thompson, the American architect turned designer who revived Thai silk to make it an international appeal went for a walk from his holiday bungalow on easter Sunday in 1967 and never returned. Mysteries still abound as to where his disappearance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem