Attic Staircase Poem by Daniel Miltz

There is a peculiar place
With a luminous sparkle face
In the company of bright
Clear sunshiny
As well as an elegant trip of stairs empty
Squeaking, screeching, shrieking
What's more
When climbing into a shadow rising
From the dim spaces ascending
Together with cracked steppings
Of unmistakable spot trappings
Y'all see residue balls
In holdings
On top of elevated windows, towering
While trying to get a handle
On light awareness
In metallic strains of darkness
Thus, you capture the afternoon baskness
In an attic with bright twisting staircase

© daniel miltz