If I could take out my wand

and flick it around a little

I would make the cupboard under the stairs talk

I would want to hear it whistle.

…

Would it complain about its damp walls

and how, instead, it needs to made of glass

or would it gossip about the “gas meter” man

how, each time, he fills the room with his own smelly gas?

…

Would it chatter about the time

Harry Potter was spending his young days

with an ordinary cupboard

with a room full of nothing but dirt and haze?

…

Would it proudly talk about the time

it never let the Dursleys in

using its power of untidiness and bad smell

and inviting in spiders, some fat and some thin?

…

Would it quietly mourn over the past years

of wondrous wizards and witches

would it miss its best friend, Harry

who left to become great and rich?

…

I’m sure of one thing, though:

the cupboard under the stairs

would be proud to be part of

such a magical era full of smiles, tears and prayers.

By Tarushi

Poetry 2020 Harry Potter The Cupboard Under The Stairs