The stairwell
The staircase needs mat varnishing again.
Two straight flights with a fanning U-turn section
with broader wedges as you change direction,
their three strips used with different types of grain.
The top and bottom are like music staves
But in the fan it feels like painting water
that swirls and twirls, with whorls that ever alter
and likens liquid gold in lapping waves.
Or sometimes it becomes the flesh of fish,
fresh cooked with haddock’s softly parting flakes
or long striations down towards the tail.
Each step a further chapter in the tale
you must devote the space of time it takes –
and then it is just anything you wish.
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