On days when I suppose that I should rest
I often feel the urge to build a nest
To rifle and to sort and to explore
The contents of my attic full of drawers.
What treasures lie within those plastic beds
Where baby clothes and high heels rest their heads
Surrounded by a fortress, soft and wide
Of tired sofas lying on their sides?
Perhaps one day the work will all be done
And I will have my afternoon of fun.
Oh, what lovely secrets do you store
Piled up high upon the attic floor?
One thought on “Writing 201: Poetry, Day Eight — Drawer, Ode, Apostrophe”
Lovely! I enjoyed the imagery, but I loved the rhythm of the piece. 🙂