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Lent discipline 53

Objects

Everything has a past.
A journey through salt and grit.
Smoothed and roughened by winds and tides,
history in the stones and tangle.
A smell of pleasant death in the wood,
an inkling of memory in the polished pieces,
all of something bigger.
Chips, sparks and fragments from the monoliths of time.
We cannot ask their histories,
only guess
at the glimpse of sun-shafts, hooves and hammers
which have given shapes.
A future too,
sometimes edible,
sometimes ornamental,
nothing is disposable here.

Judith Jardine

Waster wannabe

Get me
I don’t give an alu can
For your eco-speako
Get me
I eat half my chips
Chucked the rest on the verge
Helps to make jobs for litter-pickers
Puts a bit of blossom in yer hedge bottom
Get me
I turn on all the lights
Bang up the music
Shove my foot on the gas
Live in the fast lane
Couldn’t give an eco-hoot