Vines, Clambering Up Handrails

By lupus tenebrae

Brittle vines;
nets
of gnarled rust clamber up hand-

rails, sterling lengths gone other-
wise untouched, still dusted with the
phantom prints

of passersby.

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Published on Monday, March 7, 2016. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Another minimal piece, this time, written about an overgrown staircase I observed on one of my many walks.

Comments on "Vines, Clambering Up Handrails"

A former member wrote: Here I found words immediately transformed into vision and each new phrase altered the view, adding to it until the theme was expressed. Excellent work.