Buried Treasure

Published by Lynn White at April 14, 2022

Lynn White

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.

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Lynn White lives in North Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice, events, places, and people she has known or imagined. She has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net, and a Rhysling Award.