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Up the Stairs

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There is a bed waiting
Up the stairs
There are silk sheets
With golden threads that seam
The history of humankind
Dulling with each stitch until it is nothing
But colourless metal.
There is laughter, talking, echoes
Of everything, in a thousand different languages
And tongues lapping up rivers of jam and
Bread, there are great windmills turning
Making and grinding wheat and
Grinding dancers with frilled skirts,
and clowns wearing makeup
Up the stairs there is music playing, live
And electric and analogue and digital
Spinning dials, and vibrations buzzing
Bees and birds flying through great wild gardens
Of flowers and trees and everything that fills the lungs
Up the stairs.

Contributor

  • A white man sits in a black wheelchair and smiles to something off-camera. He wears a blue baseball hat and a green sweatshirt.

    Andrew Hall is a ginger-haired disabled writer and alternative film poster maker from the United Kingdom, and he finds that whole situation simply hilarious. His poetry and short stories have been published in various places such as Magma Poetry, Variant Literature, and Owl Canyon Press – he can be found on Twitter: @CripOnATrip21.