Treading on Broken Stairs

Remixed Found text from “The Mystery of Edwin Drood”,
and my recollections of December 1990, Bletchingley, Surrey

 

Treading on Broken Stairs

There’s a clattering of words
between them, sparks flung in the air
and falling without sense.
She’s the more vocal, an old woman
with thick-socked ankles.
She takes the uneven steps
from the post office with care.
Still a’mutter, the man on the bench
drowsily gropes his way toward sleep.
Both of them, tread broken stairs
into dreams tight and squat
and smelling of rabbit hutches.
But he’s the more jaded traveller.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Inspired and Remixed from:
The Mystery of Edwin Drood, by Charles Dickens

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