In attics, cellars, closets, (and now the rental POD) we store the discarded, the previously used or useful, the events, memories, past ambitions we’d rather forget, rooms of broken furniture, boxes of abandoned dreams. So, metaphorically speaking — what’s lurking out in the POD, or in your attic, cellar, root cellar, or your bus-station locker? Unfinished novels? Doctor Who’s Tardis? Grandma’s ceramic elf collection? Uncle Ned?? ‘Fess up with poetry or the literary genre of your choice.
You can read your storage locker poems or someone else’s. The storage can be literal or figurative, the discarded can be autobiographical or pure fiction. As always, readers can also read poems on whatever topic they chose. Themes are fun but voluntary..