Dusty

A poem to share

#tinysummerpoem prompted from SoulStack by Beth Kempton

DUSTY

A house full of dusty shelves.
Skimming the edge of 
the neatly lined-up books, 
forming perfect invisible circles beneath 
brightly-coloured ceramic plant pots. 

Suspended in the  air 
as the sunlight cuts through it.
A thousand tiny particles 
hovering patiently 
to settle, and wait, 
and hope. 

That this is a house where 
too much happens
to dust!
 
by Jacqui Taylor

Thank you for reading

with gratitude

Jacqui x