stairs talk poem to man
we know each other good long time
had ups and downs I see you grow
from small to taller every day
since early steps just you and lady
racing over me together
almost tumbling tangled urgent
slower now preserving moment
heavier the footprint falling
and so many your descendants
feel like treadmill weight of bearing
focusing on flights of fancy
why your daughters choose sit on me
talk talk talking all the time?
go worn and torn go bare go boring
peek up dresses make life brighter
only tiny consolation
maybe perk me up fresh cover
something like a brand new carpet
man stares at stairs and climbs
with care respect humility
at bedroom door hears wife whisper
good job stairs good job
wanna take a peek?
Ray Miller
Tue 12th Oct 2010 16:29
Thanks all. I don't know why I decided that stairs should speak like this.But who knows? Graham and I are both fans of A.E.Housman, I guess.The conceit is that both wife and stairs want a new carpet and conspire against husband. Regular stuff in our house.