The GlassblowerA Poem by Hell in a Hip FlaskThe Glassblower The day had
been predictable for Mr. Potsdam, he preferred
his full name at work. His stool was
still with the blowpipe leaning next to it, his gloves were
still stained from yesterday and the glass
still needed blowing.
The molten core
was like an eye staring up the pipe, it spat up some
magma which fizzled on the pipe’s sides. Mr Potsdam’s
blows shot down the glassy neck and stung the
core with a cold slap.
Mr Potsdam
hadn’t felt a woman since she died, he was 50 now
so he was only allowed to stare. It wasn’t all
lust though, his marriage to Mrs Potsdam was short and always on
the edge of divorce, he still had
the time for love.
The women from
the parish knew him, they stared at
him through the window, he was a dumpy thing. His stomach
poked from his shirt like a mole but his arms
were strong from lifting the glass.
Ms Dewburry had
her eyes on him now, she was married but she didn’t care
and her husband cared less. Her lips were
green and her hair used to be blonde, she could get
her man.
Mr Potsdam
walked into her room and before they fucked for
the third time that week, he gave her a
present.
It was a glass
swan made in the factory. it was the
finest thing ever made in that factory. The wings were
silver gilded and the glass was perfect, the lights in
the room danced in it’s bosom.
Ms Dewburry
preferred diamonds and refused her swan, so Mr Potsdam
refused her bed and took the swan with him. The next day
was nothing new, Mr Potsdam blew
his glass and did his shift. When the others
had left he put the swan in the pipe, let it sparkle
a last time and then burnt it away.
There was
enough glass left for a crow, Mr Potsdam felt
it more fitting at the time. © 2016 Hell in a Hip FlaskFeatured Review
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