The Country House

Did the door move, or was it always ajar ? The gladioli on the table are pale mauve. I smell pale mauve and blue, Blue soft like bruises — putrid — oozing — The air oozes blue — mauve — And the door with the black line where it does not shut! I must pass that door to go to bed. Or I must stay here And watch the crack Oozing air. Is it — air ?