Friday’s Poem: Attic

I remember writing this poem, last summer when I was in staying in my dusty old uni house. I hope you enjoy and have a lovely weekend!

Attic: (Nonet)

I lie down here in my upper room

I watch the sky-light spot with rain

I hear the birds cry in pain

I will escape soon

I can taste the dust

And smell the must

I spin my

Spider’s

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