Bright Twisting Staircase Poem by Daniel Miltz

There is a peculiar, twisting, staircase
With a luminous sparkle face
In the company of bright, clear, sunshiny
As well as an elegant trip of stairs empty
Squeaking, screeching, shrieking
What's more, when climbing into a shadow rising
From the dim spaces ascending
Together with cracked steppings
Of unmistakable spot trappings
Y'all see residue balls, in holdings
On top of elevated windows, towering
While trying to get a handle on light awareness
In metallic strains of darkness
Thus, you capture the afternoon baskness

© daniel miltz