Below Stairs Poem by Mary Spain
Below Stairs
At times it feels as though I'm trapped below
The slatted floor of heaven. Fleetingly,
I glimpse an angel's foot, or what might be
The shadow of a trailing wing, and know
There's something overhead. And yet, although
I'd love to join their distant company,
The dust and darkness of captivity
Enfeeble ears and eyes and overthrow
The will. Unaided, I can't penetrate
Their realm. But, neither can I comprehend
The puzzling clues which seem to indicate
That loving angels constantly descend
To join me in my cramped and dusty state,
And light the stairs that lead to journey's end.
Another wonderful piece of writing that I find really touching. I think a person of creativity knows instinctively that there is something 'up there/out there' somewhere but we don't quite know what or where it is. You have encapsulated the feeling we all share. Brilliant!
you seem to have afixed as formula of writing, one that determines many things and clues in your writings. I love it!
That loving angels constantly descend To join me in my cramped and dusty state, And light the stairs that lead to journey's end. What a beautiful expression!
you have done a very good poem...it`s fantastic...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 4:09:47 AM # 1.0.0
Impressively written... fantastic form.