The peeling paint, and rusty hook,
The battered book,
The old straw hat,
The threadbare mat,
The furled umbrella, grey and torn,
The coat quite worn,
The shirt with holes,
The shabby soles,
The tattered bag and empty purse
The life, a curse,
Enough to make
The spirit break.
© Marilyn Brindley
Joining in with The Mag for the first time in ages, and returning also to a favourite verse form, ‘The Minute’ - sixty syllables exactly (8,4,4,4 x 3), and also written in iambic rhythm and rhyming couplets, making it an interesting challenge. Thanks to Sandy Brownjohn’s ‘The Poet’s Craft’ once more for guiding me in the techniques, and to Tess Kincaid for the picture prompt as inspiration (1907, John Frederick Peto).
See also A Towering Talent and Trapped for other examples of my poems using The Minute.
See also A Towering Talent and Trapped for other examples of my poems using The Minute.
The strength in making lists.. even if it's a short list it says a lot.
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ReplyDeletea very sad dance within words
ReplyDeleteGreat reflection of the painting
ReplyDeleteGood poem. My response to the picture is "charity shop? No, dustbin." Far less poetic.... :)
ReplyDeleteA beautiful way with words, but with such a sad air to it.
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Is that all there is? I feel a sad song coming on!
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Pray , Judith Hearne !
ReplyDeleteThreadbare mat and shabby soles, your words speak volumes of feelings, excellent piece Marilyn. I saw you posted earlier, but I have to write my own magpie first, and I sense many directions for us all this week, I just love when that happens.
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