Cobwebs clouded the dark room dangling eerily from the creaking wooden rafters. My dimly lit torch picked up a large trunk in the corner. The hinges squeaking, creaking as I lifted the heavy lid smothering me with dust. A musty smell often experienced upon entering old bookshops filled the air. I picked up the first book that came to hand. The opening line read “ if you rest you rust “. How appropriate I thought as I eyed the assorted bric -a-brac scattered all around. A toy train, spinning top. Then my brain began to hop from childhood cheers, teenage fears, adult years, joys, tears. If only I had known the truth that fears I felt while in my youth were nothing to be fearful of, just a Learning curve of life and love. Would life have been so different, everyday an education, a step into the unknown. A new year beckons, more memories to gather dust in my new crawl space of an attic. You won’t fit much up there they said as the light from the torch reflected-silver dust streaming across an empty space. I smiled. Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )
Spiders scurry – shiny floors Cobwebs clinging – squeaky doors Dusting down drawingroom drapes As a creepy Crawley escapes Screaming screaming climb chairs Arachnids scurrying on fair armed hairs What fun it is to clean and dust Or maybe rest,leave to rust.
The door stood ajar. She couldn’t have gone far I thought. The paw prints in the snow were fresh. I put on my coat, scarf and gloves, stepped out into the air, bracing myself against the sudden cold. Trembling at the thought of my little baby out there lost, alone. I followed the tracks which now were being lost in the mix of the traffic. I walked aimlessly to and fro, left then right. The snow began to fall. Surrounded on all sides by screaming, laughing children making large snowmen, snow angels and partaking in snowball fights unaware of my troubles. The more it snowed, the farther I walked from home the more I realized sadly it was time to head back. Tears began to fall hidden by the falling snow. I arrived back at the house and was greeted by that familiar wagging tail and frenzied yelps of joy. It seems Holly had unlike me seen how cold it was outside and doubled back to the comfort of the fire.