Loft Whispering: After the builders are gone

Dusty chipboard eight by two
drill spill uncabled
tea bag in milky puddle
workmen gone
tired tools snoring

pick soft sawdust from tobacco spill
crippled rollie match nuzzled
smoking toke

pipes bright with secrets
splintered nouns rafters scribbled
space place tight lipped
space embrace mine

cobweb nailed to sooty rafters
on reflective silver insulation

sweaty roofing felt
drip
drip.

–Benjamin F Jones 
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About Graphite Bunny

I am a writer working in South Wales (UK). I love pizza, photography and moist clay. When it rains I catch drops in my open mouth. I create poetry, flash, absurdist snapshots and humorous fiction.
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4 Responses to Loft Whispering: After the builders are gone

  1. That is one brilliant place to lurk. What were you doing in your room that was too noisy? Breathing, perhaps? Or role-playing the characters in your novel? Or things related to you dietary habits…

    Beans, beans, the musical fruit,
    the more you eat, the more you toot.

    I hope you reclaim your territory soon, now the PhD is completed.

    • I think the noise came from the addition of a small child. A place like that, filled with trinkets, a cd player and lots of fun entertainment with stories, pictures and art is guaranteed to make a noisy child. A lot of our space missions departed from that room – rocket launches are by default very noisy.

  2. Oh, all that grit and webs and debris in attics. We had our insulation done a couple of years back (for free, because him-in-doors qualifies age wise). The chaos of preparing for this exercise was unbelievable. The worst part was shifting the debris of previous residents of our house, including students’ detritus. We even found an old iron bedframe up there.

    Your description of what’s almost amounts to a different dimension up in the roof, is brilliant. I’m not surprised attics feature in fantasy novels.

    As a child, I longed to have my bedroom in a loft.

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