An Attic Disposition

This time I was thinking about how poetry is often thought of as involving very formal and unnaturally refined thoughts and phrasing.

                                                   An Attic Disposition

                                           I ascended to the poetry penthouse,
                                           A place full of elevated diction and
                                           Lofty ideals- but really more of a glorified
                                           Attic – with its phrasing archaic and cob-
                                           Webbed, yet able to catch the light just right,
                                            Now and then - especially at sunset.
                                            Whence and thence leaned against thither and yon
                                            In the corner just beyond a magic mirror,
                                            One that inverted sound as well as sight,
                                            So that when I left that musty garret,
                                            That garret musty left I.