Attic Thoughts Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

Dusty curtains, tattered veils
Hidden corners, secret tales
Cobweb whispers, rusty nails
Cats curled up like furry snails

Gables, fables, greasy panes
Ghosts of ancient lords and dames
Echoes of forgotten names
Wars of roses, kings called James

Attic lattices worn thin
Travel trunks of weathered skin
Mannequins with pinched in waists
Fancy fashioned, kidneys laced

Shoes and boots once ran a race
Buckles, straps of dated grace
Yellowed lace to edge a snood
Pride of proper neighborhood

When the sun shines very bright
Trying to outrun the night
Creeping into minds to test
Attic thoughts will never rest.