I’ve had this dream more than once
and wonder what awful trauma
is buried behind: in a dark room
rises a stair tilted steep, no reason
for its existence but to make me climb
Curious, I begin (oh, curious excuse!)
and in doubt I continue, slightly
dizzy in my mind (stumbling through black)
until I overstep the top, and fall
Inspired by Quickly’s Prompts: Write a poem using at least six of the following words: black, curious, caprice, awful, reason, continues, slightly, buried, doubt, stair, mind, declare. (Yes, I cheated again; there is supposed to be no more than one of these words per line.) I was sufficiently disturbed/inspired by these stair photos at A Parallel World.
Oh dear, this would make me uneasy for at least a day.
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Did you see the stair pics at the link? *shudder*
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I’m not too crazy about stairs, not sure why….
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