The Bottle Collector

a poem

The puzzled, expecting look

of a ferret ; down the bin

a treasure of headstruck bees

and sticky paper. Each bottle

the promise of a few coins,

of late gulleted and clear.

Pictures of jovial rum islands

and sorts of laughing deer.Hope.

Torn into sadness, he roams

motorway toilets and the black

seas of carparks, angular, zebrine.

Taking time like a casual lover

in for the taking,the pull.

This is heaven.

Hands down into the rest.

The weight of long, cold glass.

More of a miracle.

More of a miracle.

Reviews

[Holly Mason]

He roams to learn
Real life
Miracles are hope
And hope, makes miracles
Out of bottles , depending on the mind..
Hope can be made out of anything
Nice to see you fine sir
Thank you for sharing , Holly

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

"The weight of long, cold glass."

I like this line. It symbolizes the lost, happy memories that weigh down and form the bottle's contents.

[Coyote Song]

As I read this i got the feeling of reading about the 'life of a bottle' from beginning to the end before its turned in for a coin or two. Nicely done. I really like this.

[Valentine]

This sounds like my brother-in-law that collects old things, so many that I pity the one that inherits them and tries to sell them for what they are worth as some are valuable to a collector. Valentine

[Gee]

Loved the imagery here,and the writing.Nice WW

[Leslie Philibert]

Thanks for the kind words, my best wishes.

[Emily B]

the world always needs more miracles . . . I needed one today

[Leslie Philibert]

Hallo Emily, thanks for the review and my best wishes

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and a penny or two for your thoughts...like turning in bottles for coins....but often we bottle up our thoughts, and they are hard to get out....they become messages in bottles that have to survive oceans of holding back before they finally get uncapped and poured.

love this piece.

[Leslie Philibert]

Dear Jacob, thanks for looking at this and, as ever, my best wishes.