Wednesday 5 May 2010

The window sill above my desk.

Passport
Wristwatch; gift from Mel, reminder of happy times
19th Century penknife
Pebble with a hole in it
Large red die
Piece of obsidian; touchstone and muse, Apache tear, Lapis Obsidianis.
Silver ash tray
Rose tinted glasses
12 bore shotgun cartridge
A silver sixpence
Pair of Victorian dolls eyes
Silver spoon
Heart shaped padlock
Ruby cuff links
Mother of pearl collar studs

All the essentials

1 comment:

headsknowbest said...

I once had a stopped watch myself.
By chance its time had come and so,
pressed into stone cold hands I barely knew.
its hours were not ours,
but the long moments lost
between a mother and her son.
Flinch not, it's true she did not, would not,
could not. I could not do the same.
Tell me, I thought, is it time that takes its toll,
or the toll that takes its time?
Ponder that, under the meadow of cuckoo spit and rhyme.