Alexander Averin

Friday, 30 May 2014



Having had a rootless  life,  too often
lived at random, he scrabbles where he can,
for curios, bibelos and  trinkets.
He roots amongst  bric a brac, seeking out
objets d’art, finding beauty amongst junk.
His car, his home, his clothes, his rescued dog,
even his childhood’s  memories, all are
second hand.  Practical, adaptable,
he has learned to scatter fairy dust and
turn trash into treasure.

He spied an ancient  dulcimer hiding
shyly, amongst the bespoke furniture,
A rare musical instrument,  shapely
and sexy, past it now but with youthful
and endearing charm.  He will tune it, feed
it on beeswax and restore it with his
gentle  touch so it it will become transformed,
until, like all he gathers  around him,
it will become serenely  harmonised,
mellow and tempered totally  with love.

Cait O’Connor

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Gillena Cox said...

This is lovely Cait i luv the harmony that your persona preserves. Thank you for stopping over at my blog

Much love...

Susan Anderson said...

My favorite mag this week.


Cait O'Connor said...

Oh thank you Sue! I am so pleased that you like it,I wasn't sure about it.

Tess Kincaid said...

Oh I can so relate to him...wonderful write Cait...

Relyn Lawson said...

I have been away from real blogging for months and months. I have missed visiting my friends. I have missed connecting. I have missed you. It is so good to come back here and see that you are still sharing your heart here. I have missed you, friend.

Friko said...

This is sweeter than the picture could ever be.
It’s lovely.