I thought I might share a little of my poetry…this one was originally included in Penguins & Panamas and was inspired by a moment that I experience on an all too regular basis. It’s called ‘At the Top of the Stairs’.
At the top of the stairs I stand wondering,
Hands on hips, then a scratch of the head,
Attempting to recall a memory
That all of a sudden is dead.
I’m trying to gain inspiration
Scanning each bedroom door with a sigh,
Whatever it was lured me up here
Has left me confused, high and dry!
Was it something I wanted to look for?
Or a task that I needed to do?
So I pause for a second to ponder,
No, I don’t have to go to the loo.
There’s no light at the end of this tunnel,
And it won’t be alright on the night.
At the top of the stairs just frustration,
With the chance of remembering, slight.
But now a dilemma has started,
To remain, or give up and go down,
If somebody else sent me up here
That’ll make me appear such a clown.
At the top of the stairs I’m still standing.
Hands on hips, with a memory that flew,
I was sure it was really important,
But now that I’m here…not a clue.
© Jamie Gray 2013 – 2019