The Loft Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
The Loft
A dark cavern
Yawns wide
Cobwebbed
With corpses of storage
Of prehistoric age,
Went in long time
Put stay
Without again
Seeing light of day,
Untouched by squall
on the wall
In hibernation
An archive
Beyond retrieval,
A black square hole
Without a role
In my living room,
I’ll never take a ladder
to hold me aloft
and peep inside the loft
but let continue
its slumberous mystery
date prehistory
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5/6/2024 9:02:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
There is someting lovely about finding something in a loft that you had forgotten about. A god write