Saturday, 24 August 2024

under the stairs in the museum

 under the stairs in the museum


the butterfly’s tray

the beetle’s tray

static upon the pins

of time’s enfilade

fading iridescence 


who pinned them thus and why

and what do they say  

wrapped in the camphor of

time’s tales of olden days


secreted in their cabinets of draws

down where the sun doesn’t shine

no more upon their sad colours

where stasis reigns sublime


one after another

the drawers open and close

a child is torn speechless

and turns to run out and out

out across the sun’s meadows

to catch that illusive memory


dancing on the head of a pin


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