Written for Saturday Scribes - theme: Redeeming Poetical Triads
Triad: Dust, Rust, Must
He found her
Half burried by the dust
And the dirt
Neglected
In the years of grime
Her sleek
Smooth lines
Scarred
By the rust
Beauty marred
By the hands of time
Abandoned
Lost
He knew he must
Be her salvation
Money
Burning its hole
Within his pocket
Demanding
His attention
His plans
Forgotten
Falling
In love
Rescued
She shows her colours
Decayed metal
Replaced
By vibrant red
Her skin
Repaired
Gleams once more
The white knight
With his steed now found
He makes her sing
Again
About Me
- Ichthus Fish
- I’m a Christian. I have a passion for ripe fresh pineapple, and feel that a really good coffee bar is an important factor for city living. I’ve moved around a lot, because of work and also because of life, but I’m currently living in the UK in a converted attic, with my cat and way too much stuff. Have had a varied career as a primary teacher’s assistant, care home assistant, adult learning assistant, shop worker, retail assistant manager, car mechanic, media / AVA technician, university lecturer, actor, and various behind-the-scenes roles in theatre, TV and independent short film. Acting is still by far my first love, and I hope I never lose that buzz.
5 comments:
Oh, that's lovely!
I have to say that's probably the most poetic guy-meets-car story I've read in a long time.
A nice sneaky poem that makes you create your own meaning(s).
A nice sneaky poems that got me searching for multiple meanings.
I'm getting this continuing digging through the past vibe in your writing. The poetic triad are perfectly buried as well. No hint of their old abused selves to be seen.
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