Mina Manolita

A flight goes down, a wall blocks out the light.
No reassuring distant entrance view.
Steps far too small for adult modern feet.
I sit on them, edge myself by degrees.
Part of me wants to bring a broom in there
and sweep the dust that clogs them off these stairs.

Fiona Pitt-Kethley has published books of prose or poetry with Chatto & Windus, Abacus, Salt and others. She is also a freelance journalist and copywriter and has written for The Guardian, The Independent, The Times, The Telegraph, and London Review of Books and other publications. She lives with her family in Spain, in Cartagena on the edges of the Sierra Minera. One of her hobbies is collecting minerals and visiting old mines in this area.

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