Acres of hidden treasure...
In boxes and bins...
All holding hidden beauty...
All latent~silent gems...
Under piles amassed...
A hoarder's stash...
Of would be~could be...
And should have beens.
The Muse gathered her coinage...
And smartly thus...
Bought a wondrous bounty...
As to make pirates lust....
A silver teapot battered about...
A bird whose wing was weak...
Not secure or truly stout...
Paper roses wrinkled and worn...
Their edges thread tattered and torn...
Potpourri whose scent had gone...
Yes, the list of loot went on and on...
Golden water goblets...
The color of sunrise at dawn...
And stands of crystal
Where once~long ago...
Lamps had sat upon...
Coming to grips...
With her chosen lot...
It was a bargain~a deal...
This thrifty Muse sought...
So...
She offered a smile...
And paused...
She offered a nod...
And paused...
She offered a thoughtful glance...
A pondering moment...
As if...
By chance...
She might~she may...
Yes~just may...
Consider not buying...
Anything this day...
In a moment of time...
That the Muse...
Knows so well...
A voice said ,...
"Oh, come now...
let's make a sale"...
So the bartering began...
And the Muse...
Made her stand...
As only the Muse can...
She left with her bargains...
With change still in her pocket...
And still had enough...
For a little vintage locket...
(ooops, we shall save that for another day's blog)
Little bits...hmmmm I wonder...hmmmm
Yes, let's put the potpourri in some tulle ...and add scent.
And can I wire these roses together? Let's try...ahhh, good!
Now little bird....a tiny mending of your wing, and now I shall find you a new home...perched upon a bed of "teapotted" roses :)
Golden goblets certainly of days gone by, and yet...perhaps with white...with black...what will you become? And the stands of course must become candlesticks..that is the vision...let's try our pirate's bounty...
