Prompt Monday: Bottled time

"Uncurtained, my long room floats on darkness, moored in rain" was from Elaine Feinstein's short poem "Night Thoughts". Feinstein herself reads it here.

What is the long room she speaks of? Myself, I thought of coffins and ghosts who cannot linger in the trees but hang there for a moment, watching through the windows of the living. That's just me, though, following a rather gothic train of thought. "Night Thoughts" is one of those poems with enough texture to allow for a number of interpretations. They make for good discussions.

Now for the new line:

"If I could save time in a bottle."

Have fun.