Fear in Cellar Stairs

The fear of poetry in the staircase of the basement is not only emotions - emotions expressed in multiple levels of poetic languages ​​but also emotional aspects created by the readers. Some poems can be relaxed and happy, others can be ecstatic; in the extreme case of the opposition, the poem can be dark and really dangerous. This poem is "the staircase on the ground" of the modern poet Thomas Lux. "It continues to collapse," the first line said. Poetry begins with a dark image, accompanied by an unstable sensation ("shaking").

When she saw Norman running to the front door, Lira went downstairs. She hid behind the stairs and took steps to the basement staircase to avoid him. Norman walked downstairs. When she noticed the wine cellar at the bottom of the staircase, Lila began to return. This is the room she does not check, she has the opportunity to study it. She walked through the storage compartment and entered a barren fruit reservoir outside, she saw an old lady sitting in a chair facing a distant wall. She whispersed as "Mrs. Bates", but the woman did not respond. She patted the woman's shoulder lightly. The chair turned over, drying and debris of the old lady's body appeared, her face was twisted with a smiling smile, seeming to stare at the blind mouth.

. . Through a narrow door, we followed the low winding path and went down to the basement through a greasy staircase that was rattling. The bunch does not move on the shelf - a poppy smoke, a greasy past, a hot kitchen, and a laugh chef preparing for the midnight meal - finally a crowded apartment, an ugly mask and a burning man in a mysterious play Demonic clothes in the middle - like tropical birds shine, waiting for hints etc is too troublesome, enter the stage from the two doors

Get off the stairs and under the stairs. I will pass through 2 doors. For James under the cloak, he had placed his bottle on the foundation of his apartment. Kidney beans, chili sauce and canned tomatoes are at hand, and James appears in his kitchen and creates a meal like hell. In his bubbling pot, he intentionally omitted cream, sugar and green, and added two paprika barrels and one Chipotle dish. James' clay pot is in the drawer under his oven, behind the quiche and the side of the tree. Janking opened the draw in a hurry and James smiled that he threw his Nova Scotia baking tray over his shoulder, groaning in his Martinique punger. Before him, he can now see the clay pot, pliers and fin. He used furry fingers under the drawer, took out the pot, and heated the oven to 11.