So a new dVerse Poets prompt was this here in this link to the site and the latest challenge … to write something maybe imagined being written in stone, to write a poem, as Rita Dove was commissioned to do for the Folger in D.C. (again, check the link for explanation) for a walled entrance that addresses and welcomes visitors into a space of your choosing … if necessary, give us a couple of lines prefacing the poem as to what type of space the poem is welcoming us into.
Well, this is from the buying of a house 16 years ago with an ex and the Attic of the place and what was left there and what eventually became my blog. Not that I hadn’t written anything before, obviously, but I just hadn’t found a spot to house them yet, literally Frankenberry’s Attic to start with then ..
Shaggy Attic Craft
Its carpet was old
shaggy
littered with left beads
bits of string and cloth
leavings surely missing
what their sacrifice had become
for new cloth
in the Attic of an old house
bought with new promise
once
someone created here
as soon did I
In this Attic of an old house
bought with new promise
once
but faded as love can
move on
though Attic
remained
then
to any place
where words continue to create
themselves
like crafts
with beads
bits of string into whole new cloth
did
once
just now where this shaggy mind’s
Attic would find them
take them
with
to talk in craft
of words
littered with beads of thought
bits of letters, simile’s, synonyms, allusions, delusions
above the shag
strung into whole new cloth
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