The Cupboard Under the Stairs
A place for everything,
for everything, a place,
but under the stairs,
it’s a mind-trash space -
memories secreted in dark, spidered nooks,
neurons rutted like well-thumbed books,
moody film-noir dendritic ends,
space-junk synapses, axonic strands,
dust-choked engrams, dreams, nightmares -
time to springclean under the stairs.
Ah..but those areas of the mind aways seem to have a few hiddent dust bunnies that cannot be cleaned…enjoyed this one.
So true, Charles – I have some very stubborn bunnies, indeed
I like this alot! Imaginative and pulls out all the stops. Love “time to spring clean under the stairs”. Awesome!
Thanks, Renee
Do you think there’s chance that springcleaning parties would take off? 
Wonderful, love the dendritic ends
haha – thanks, Cin. Mine could do with some rewriting
Oh. BB, HAHA! – If I had a pound for every space like that, I would be a very rich man.
I built a cupboard under our stairs, but it is not quite such a rats’ nest as some of my other places! But how many chords you struck with me.
Your reaction has given me a good chuckle
I’m glad I’m not alone. Thanks, John
hmm the brain…its helps at times and then it doesnt!
great poem bluebee, it was really good!!!
Thanks, Eva – mine needs going over with a high pressure hose at the moment
Wonderful poem, BB! I hung on every dentritic synapse.
haha – hope you wielded your feather-duster as you trapezed by
Thanks, Nancy
Lovely – and a great reminder – my cupboard under the stairs currently has a recycled bag mountain range – good reminder to do some sorting
Thanks, Nicola – “do some sorting” sounds so easy, doesn’t it?
Rutted neurons – that’s just what it feels like! I guess spring in Australia is a time of great creativity and productivity – you are simply popping with ideas. Love this poem and the image.
Thanks, Monica
That image of my brain gives no clue as to the clutter that lies within – the mind is a complete mystery. I’ve just finished ‘The Sense of an Ending’ by Julian Barnes, and in it the protagonist talks about how, suddenly, after years of living with a stable set of memories, new ones or new details start to pop up, a phenomenon that is instanly recognisable to me. Time, it seems, can have the opposite effect of making one forget.
That is quite fascinating, Bluebee, and something I haven’t experienced. Like synesthesia, I would love to.
It seems to happen when emerging from periods of extreme stress
Love it! Cognitions have a nasty habit of slipping back into the well worn tracks.
That they do, Gabe. Thanks
I hate that job…spiders.
hehe – yes, and have you seen the ones we get here?! Good reason to keep that cupboard door firmly shut
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Aw, fab, BB! My very favourite kind of spring clean: our mind is such a miracle, it deserves a little attention. Your turn of phrase is just superlative.
Thanks, Kate
wonderful BB, my lovely son has been the best broom ever!
Ah, yes, Graham – no doubt, he brings a wonderful new perspective on the world
Another classic. I think we all need a bit of spring cleaning from time to time!
Thanks, Edward – that we do
ooh! i like this one. great twist.
haha – one for you to tackle, Doc
Enjoyed! A world encapsulated
Thanks, Jan – encapsulated it is – a bit too hermetically
Simply marvellous post, Bb! I wish I had a under-the-stairs room, lol! With me it’s out of sight, out of mind!
I love your comment, Adee – “out of sight, out of mind” – if only I could practice that!
A beautiful work in its dark, gnarly detail! I like this one, Bluebee.
‘Gnarly’ is so apt!