Friday, 19 August 2016

poetry 2016 / 090

Use of Wood

There's a bed in loft
more than a double – a California King
made for three people
which was fine in our thirties
but less so with advancing years.
An eBay sale ( a hundred quid
is less than I paid for the wood )
became the kiss of death
“Can you hang on to it for me?”
The buyer broke up with her partner,
sold the bed to someone else who said:
“Can you hang on to it for me?”
so weeks became months and
tidying the loft became impossible.

I wish I'd done what I originally wanted to--
a frame for a garden hammock;
would have been lovely this year
or my latest thought...
a full-sized easel for oil painting
and enough laths for a dozen stretchers.

To be honest, I'd be happy with an emptier loft

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