beneath the stairs

dusk arising

There was smoke in the air
the day
they locked me in the cupboard. 
It was the day
i discovered spiderworld.
Never,
never I say
was i so thankful for the web.
Of course
I had seen him many times.
Earl was like a friend.
He sat on his web beneath the stairs
tight in the corner
with his dreadlocks hangin low
and a spliff
toking away between his lips.
'Cha!' he would say
'let it chill out man'.
Never sure if he was a false blackwidow
his word was rule.
There are many things to discover
beneath the stairs.
My mind expanded that day
they locked me away
in the cupboard
beneath the stairs.
When smoke hung heavily
in the air.

  • Author: dusk arising (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 10th, 2021 03:45
  • Comment from author about the poem: Pure fantasy, I never touch the stuff.
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Saxon Crow

    Oh i really love this one Dusk. I love poems that tell a tale. Faved

    • dusk arising

      Blame my blend of whisky for this one, Thank you SC.

      • Saxon Crow

        Never. I repeat NEVER put any blame on whiskey.... EVER!

        • Goldfinch60

          SC what is the whiskEy!!! The word is whisky - NO E!!

          Andy

          • Saxon Crow

            With my relationship with Whiskey it can dsrn well have an e in it

          • orchidee

            A fine write dusk.

            • dusk arising

              Thank you Orchidee. Which is your preferred blend of rolling baccy?

            • Fay Slimm.

              When you give yourself up to fantasy Dusk your pen takes us to such other dimensions - - the tale of the spider and cupboard reminded me of times I was sent the same way for being rude in company. Earl came alive with his dreadlocks -
              and his spliff had me grinning.

              • dusk arising

                I were 'avvon a laarff 'ere my deario. Being locked away neath they stairs i were inhaling see. Methinks Earl was puffin his fumes my ways an i got 'toxicated innit. Can't be 'elped i supposes.

                Thanks Fay, you're very kind.

              • SureshG

                No, don’t fancy it either, but damn it, I smell it everywhere now, in the hallways, out by the yard, and even while driving, but never locked in the cupboard

                • dusk arising

                  There's a lot of it around. I like the smell but i dont partake in it any longer. Being locked in the cupboard was pure imagination of course.

                • Jerry Reynolds

                  You can do eatables. Good story, Dusk. Love the imagery. Earl is very seeable.

                • Goldfinch60

                  Let it chill out for sure d a.

                  I have never ever knowingly been been near any drugs except alcohol and cigarette tobacco.

                  Andy

                • ron parrish aka wordman

                  a life changing experience,a good one at that

                • L. B. Mek

                  reads like a metaphorical, dip
                  into fantastical childhood scenes
                  that resonate, with a semblance of truth
                  of those common memory stains
                  diluting - murky, our ability to recall
                  just: how relatively bad, the bad really was
                  and just: how meagrely, the good - visited...
                  a great read Dusk
                  made me really think/recall
                  that's a wonderful gift, thank you



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