Wednesday, 30 April 2014

I found a button I thought I had lost

That sounds like the start of a poem doesn't it? And as it's a heart-shaped button, it should be something meditative on the transience of love and so forth. But because it's me and I'm boringly literal, it's just a blog post about the small but profound pleasure in re-finding something pretty.  It was in the tin of miscellaneous sewing stuff - bits of elastic, safety pins, spare bobbins, spare feet*, and other ephemera.  That could probably be quite profound and symbolic too.

It's a Susan Sharpe Ceramics button, should you be curious, and is quite lovely.

* for the sewing-machine.  The notion of spare feet makes me laugh. Wouldn't it be good to have a spare pair?


Mrs. Micawber said...

I could certainly use a spare pair of feet. And hands, now that I come to think of it!

A very pretty button. I think you should write that poem - in a very literal style that will make people wonder what's behind it. You know the sort of thing:

I found a button I thought I had lost
turns out it wasn't
lost at all but merely

A small white heart
amongst the spare feet and
other ephemera
in a box of things I'd
forgotten about

A heart with two holes

(The hardest part about writing pretentious poetry is knowing where to put the line breaks. And resisting the urge to add punctuation.)


Peeriemoot said...

That's brilliant :-D. You're absolutely right about the line breaks - yours are very convincing! I've started the day with a laugh :-).