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.


https://poetrywivenhoe.org/2024/09/day-650-buried-treasure-white/


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