Below Stairs Poem by Mary Spain
Below Stairs
At times it feels as though I'm trapped below
The slatted floor of heaven. Fleetingly,
I glimpse an angel's foot, or what might be
The shadow of a trailing wing, and know
There's something overhead. And yet, although
I'd love to join their distant company,
The dust and darkness of captivity
Enfeeble ears and eyes and overthrow
The will. Unaided, I can't penetrate
Their realm. But, neither can I comprehend
The puzzling clues which seem to indicate
That loving angels constantly descend
To join me in my cramped and dusty state,
And light the stairs that lead to journey's end.
I usually shy from rhyming poetry unless the rhyme is more of a background than the subject. You've done that wonderfully here, where the rhyme adds the right amount of 'music' to the images and rounds them out very nicely. Nicely done!
Another stunner, Mary - you combine deep thought & spirituality with total mastery of the rhyme scheme, within which nothing appears forced. This is quality. Thank you.
Mary this is one of the most appealing faith-poems I have read. You have perfectly rendered the sonnet into declaration of much spiritual value. Fond wishes Fay.
That loving angels constantly descend To join me in my cramped and dusty state, And light the stairs that lead to journey's end. What a beautiful expression!
you have done a very good poem...it`s fantastic...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I agree with Denis and marvel at the skill with which you communicate your ideas and images so accessibly in such a rigid and underused format as a sonnet. You inspired me, Mary. Thank you. Alison xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx