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.
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