Day 650 of the daily poems, and no sooner have the words “our new theme is Buried Treasure” been uttered than our poet Lynn White delivers the goods …
Buried Treasure
It was full of old glass bottles,
vases, broken plates and jugs
all remnants from long ago,
an old village landfill full of rubbish
now part of my garden.
I’m slowly emptying it of its treasure,
once unwanted items washed clean
till they gleam like shining jewels
the old glass perfect
in its imperfection
distorting vision
enhancing it with mystery
They stand proudly now
with the light shining through.
Their light.
Carrying the past into the present
that old glass
dug up from my garden.
Lynn White
First published in MockingOwl Roost Review, September 2022