Poetry

Staircases/Collaboration, Part 3

Friday posts will now be dedicated to the lovely C. Elizabeth Cooper, a renowned photographer and friend. Beth has taken many of a photo of interesting and archaic staircases around the globe, one of which is featured here. I once wrote a poem for one of her staircases in a case of ekphrastic poetry. For more of Beth’s photos, visit her site.

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Ascending an old staircase

Each turn a mystery to me

She is an elegant, old dame

Aged, worn, but refined

She knows things

Long forgotten by most

What stories could she tell me

Of the memories etched in her steps?

What history is hidden under the dust

That my hand on her banister

Sends dancing into the window light?

She can recall every slip, trip and bruise

She has scars of her own, too

Onesies, wedding dresses and funeral veils

Tap shoes, winter socks or plain bare feet

First climbs and final ones

She knows the gait of the regulars

And the one-timers who never came again

She knows the deep seated secrets

Left by those who’ve passed through

And when their ghosts come to claim them

Every twist and turn has a past

Of course, she’ll never tell

Her only confidants

The light from the daystar

and the man in the moon

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