With cobwebs cleared out
And lamplight about
There's a place that is safe for us two;
It's not new
Just an attic that hides
That we've shone light inside
Once hidden, now plainly in view;
We peruse
And secrets before
Are now ours to explore
With no judgement for what's simply true;
Newly new
Chapters in tomes
In fact, have been home
To identities we once refused;
Unentombed
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b-LAH-que (
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Intriguing and written in metaphor that required more readings. A great poem thought provoking and deeper than the surface level or rather maybe higher being the attic
Thanks! I chose an attic to represent somewhere things could be stored or tucked away, perhaps hidden and easily forgotten, despite the value in their rediscovery. I didn't write it with a "higher" theme in mind, as you suggest, but the interpretation does fit well
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