The Attic Room Poem by David Lewis Paget

My sister Susan had disappeared
At the age of twenty four,
She'd gone on up to the attic room
And she'd locked and barred the door,
We beat, cajoled, and entreated her,
But she never would come out,
I said, ‘We shouldn't have argued Sue,
I didn't need to shout.'

My father came with his gravel voice
And demanded ‘Open up! '
He thumped and kicked on the cedar door,
And beat with a metal cup,
But there wasn't even a whimper
As of somebody inside,
It was like she'd suffered a broken heart
Had crawled in there, and died.

We left her there till the morning,
Thought a night would calm her down,
‘She'll come out once she is hungry, '
Said my brother, (he's a clown) .
But as the clock struck for dinner time
With not the slightest stir,
My father carried a battering ram
And ran right up the stair.

He stood and battered the cedar door,
He said it gave him pain,
‘I can't afford to replace it, but, '
Then belted it again,
The door had splintered, the lock fell off
And he burst into the room,
But all that he saw were cobwebs, dust
And an air of deepest gloom.

‘Susan, where can you be, ' he cried,
‘There's nowhere you can hide,
There isn't even a window here
So you can't have got outside, '
His voice rang out through the house and sent
An echo down the stair,
My mother burst into tears to hear
That Susan wasn't there.

The police came over and climbed the roof,
Dropped into the attic space,
They hunted among the rafters there,
Looked almost every place,
There wasn't a sign of Susan though
She'd simply disappeared,
‘The same thing happened to Grandma Coe, '
My mother cried, ‘It's weird! '

‘She locked herself in the attic there
In the fall of forty-eight,
‘They thought that they heard her on the stair
When the hour was getting late,
But never a sign of her came back,
Then her husband, Grandpa died,
We always thought that she must be here
But somehow locked inside.'

We called the local clairvoyant in
And he brought his Tarot pack,
He stared long into his crystal ball
Till we had to call him back,
He chanted into the midnight hour
In a voice both loud and slow,
Till shuffling out of the Attic came
Not Sue, but Grandma Coe!

9 January 2017