Dust stretches the air like silk,
Up in the loft, space for old things.
Photos. Old papers of no importance.
Winter clothing. A rocking horse.
School books with their little words.
A million little words.
My red shoes.
I danced in them once.
I haven’t danced in years.
It was a time on the edge.
There’s a mystic quality about time,
Old fertile air of scented dust.
Up in the loft where old things exist,
Dust stretches the air like silk.
Note: Like a typical sonnet, a Duplex Sonnet has fourteen lines. It’s organised into seven, two-line stanzas. The second line of the first stanza is echoed by (but not identical to) the first line of the second stanza, the second line of the second stanza is echoed by (but not identical to) the first line of the third stanza, and so on. The last line of the poem is the same as the first.