Foyer

In the foyer of a Georgian townhouse,
where marble steps meet a polished oak,
the scent of lavender drifts from a vase,
and a grandfather clock ticks a soft, steady stroke.

A chandelier hangs, its crystals catching light,
throwing rainbows across the cream‑washed wall,
while a worn rug, woven in muted hues,
welcomes each footfall with a gentle call.

Here, umbrellas rest in a brass‑rimmed stand,
coats are hung on hooks of aged pewter,
and the bell above the front door chimes a muted note,
signalling arrivals, departures, and the weather.

The foyer is more than a mere passage way—
it is the quiet prelude to life’s interior play,
a threshold where outside bustle yields to calm,
and every guest is greeted with British charm.