a favourite blankie
is a boon to the soul
it wraps you up
like a mother's love
and warms you
as a Summer's day
it surrounds you
in cosy
fluffiness tickling
its memory
a sweet caress
a moment
of pure longing
oh chenille bedspread
your rumpled softness
trumped
the scratchy glamour
of your successor
and I remember
hiding you
in my wardrobe
to fling over my bed
and bring to my face
to snuggle into
all night
I miss you so!
a humble dining table
sat in an op shop
wearily bearing the weight
of non matching chairs
day in day out
it crouched in the corner
while people ignored it
as they admired the chairs
dragging them across its surface
adding scratch upon scratch
to its fine woodwork
so ignored
it became devalued
and a price tag of $20 was applied
Hey, called the table
I'm worth more than that!
but no one noticed
or replied
then one day I arrived
idly glancing at the tables
in the market for something
to replace our rickety one
whose legs were falling off
anything would do
suddenly I stood to attention
Could it be?
clearing off the chairs
I noticed the matched grain
the well seasoned timber
beautiful fine legs
quickly
heart beating fast
I called my husband
I'm going to grab this
before anyone else does
Can you bring the truck?
so speedily paying
before someone noticed
a triumphant homecoming
a clean and polish
and now our lovely table
shines out its birthright
beaming happily
What a steal!
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Cuddle-ific! I can feel the softness of that blanket as I read!
ReplyDelete...and I can almost hear that table giggle as it acts out its role as the centre of the house ;-(
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Fantastic! the ode to a charity shop dining table makes me especially happy! xxx
ReplyDeleteToo warm for blankets here at the moment, but it won't be long till they come into their own again. And how fantastic to discover that brilliant table and rescue it from abandonment, then write a poem about it! xxx
ReplyDeleteIt touches me how such seemingly simple yet central items as blankets and tables can evoke such powerful memories in us. I think we-who-write help to capture these experiences in life and make sure they don't slip away into the forgotten moments of what it is to be us ... to be human. Very touching.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful table, really fine wood, and beautiful poems! As always, I am touched how you hear voices of the things around you - you are a very sensitive soul, my dear! Thank you so much for sharing! Hugses! xxxx
ReplyDeleteWe never knew the soft preciousness of that dear old blanket that you saved and enjoyed so much...your words paint a snuggly picture...just beautiful.
ReplyDeleteYour great rescue poem sits like a well-turned leg (visually) under the picture of your table which is just right for you all.The table can enjoy your sewing,painting,drawing,family eating and conversation instead of old scratchy chairs too. Wonderful! D&M xxxx
An op shop score can make us feel as warm and fuzzy as a cuddly blanket.
ReplyDeleteYou rescued the table from it's under appreciated life in those surroundings. What a bargain, and the stories, and poems, and all that is yet to be will happen at that table.
ReplyDeleteThe simple is the beautist -
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