The whispers from the waiting dust
lingers in a thankful smell
of faded ornamental objects
resting peacefully on shady cloths.
Flabby ghosts of Christmas passed
place foggy kisses of neglect
on rejected jackets.
See — dressed in cobwebs
the open letter of eviction
lays undelivered – still waiting
for the heavy palms
of hopeless sweaty signatures.
And as the door behind you sighs;
you are alone in sullen dusk
when far inside mysterious desks
in frozen somersaults
wait in their malignant menace.
and in the thrill to know your drills
of cleaning out the attic.
Copyright Danny Gregory
Today Gabriella introduces us to the work of Danny Gregory at dVerse who have written several books on drawing and how to change your life with art; he has allowed us to use the images of his Flickr account for today’s prompt. Join us at 3PM EST.
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February 10, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 
From the words of your poem I can really picture the dusty attic. Indeed, so much is ‘dressed in cobwebs’ there, and the ‘sullen dusk’ can be rather overpowering!
Your poem evokes old-fashioned and inefficient bureaucracy. But maybe there is something positive in that ‘letter of eviction’ which has not been delivered yet.
Loved the imagery!
smiles…i almost picked this picture…it reminds me of my great uncle….of cleaning out his house after….so eviction took on a different meaning for me….and perhaps a different feeling…
attics are such wonderful mysterious places.. i spent hours on the attic in my aunt’s house – so much to discover – and i was literally clothed in cobwebs once i made my way back into “normal” smiles
I specially admire these lines:
place foggy kisses of neglect
on rejected jackets.
See — dressed in cobwebs
What a mess of those mysterious desks ~
ha… liked the flabby ghosts of Christmas past… this sounds like my closet… I’m scared of spiders, so old things usually stay dressed in webs… lol.
This is great Bjorn. I was surprised by the ending and thoroughly engrossed throughout it all. Really good writing!
I like the “foggy kisses of neglect”……..you drew out some cool images and feelings from the sketches.
I tell you what, brother, your free verse improves weekly. This is such a wonderful strong piece of work; really excellent writing, & a nice take on Danny’s terrific sketch. I, too, like the lines /the open letter of eviction/lays undelivered–.
Just love the mood you create with this. Your poet’s eye and his artist eye combined in this to make that attic a magical journey into the past.
Flabby, foggy… you entertain your reader so well… always a pleasure to stop by… love studying your work
place foggy kisses of neglect
on rejected jackets.
See — dressed in cobwebs…great lines.
There is something alluring about old desks and exploring attics. So many hidden treasures as you wonder what stories that desk could tell.
“the open letter of eviction
lays undelivered – still waiting
for the heavy palms
of hopeless sweaty signatures.”
And so it is with antique thoughts and beliefs we have stored rather than jettison!
I like the thankful smell. Not an adjective and noun you see together too often.
I can tell, Bjorn, the things in the attic are waiting patiently for someone to clean things up. It sounds like it’s been a while. 🙂 — Suzanne
Great beginning… and there is a mysterious and solemn tone that lingers throughout. There is a longing to see the end of the things. I really liked it. 🙂
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It can be quite a job just thinking about it let alone to have to clear the attic!
Hank
The mysterious desk and sketch of a drill seemed so incongruent to me at first glance but you pulled them together deftly…well writ!
some great lines about that abandoned …….an apt poem for the pic….it evokes nostalgia and a tendency to dust things to shine….
I have double feeling about cleaning, throwing away and keeping old evoking things, telling story about people and places….cobweb away and then again…pondering: do I need this thing…smiles
I like the idea of “waiting dust”..bringing it to life. Wonderful visuals all the way through. Attics hold so much in terms of memories, regrets, rejections, failures and accomplishments.
Stuff and places to load up with stuff – it’s such a draining pursuit.