Treasury
Click and clatter,
chuckle, chatter,
in the attic,
nascent natter
tells a tale of
bits and bobbins,
delicate as
little robins’
eggs and feathers,
soft as heather,
sings of history
and hidden
secrets dusty
and ghost-ridden,
‘mid the bones
and bolts and buckles,
be they sweet as
honeysuckle’s
scent remembered,
or the laughter
in the rafters
heard hereafter,
recollections
of old treasure,
holding motes of
passing pleasure—
sneeze, and all the
atoms scatter
to the corners,
click
and
clatter.
Art-Colored Glasses 
I love this poem. 🙂
I would think this is one of my better ones for reading aloud to kids, with all of the playful sounds I built into it. Know any kids that like Mom to read aloud to them? 😉 Glad you like it!
attics are always so full of mystery and clutter…Nice poem Kathryn 🙂
Thank you, my dear. There’s always something interesting to discover in the places where people stash away their Stuff, isn’t there!
I love it
Very pleased that you do. 🙂
Wonderful poem:)
I had a good time playing with the sounds in my head to put this one together. 🙂
Wonderful!
Just brilliant! Laughter in the rafter
Fa. Bu. Lous. 😀
Oh this is fabulous Kathryn! You really captured the atmosphere of the attic brilliantly.
We have our son and family over from Ireland for the week and he and his two sisters keep “threatening” to go up into the attic while they are all here together this week! We shall see! 😄 Xx
A “Treasury” of alliteration, imagination in combination…