Of flotsam and foundrels
Of flotsam and foundrels
A jar of jam from Russian snow
A tattered book that I can’t read
A photographic trail of love
Some shower gel and still the list
Returns to keep me company
A bible kept - from one good friend
Its cover stitched by her loved aunt
Who sank inside The Amazon
A painting of her long-gone dog
And she returns right happily
A rucksack full of shoes and ‘stuff’
From one who stayed here years ago
A long wrapped hand of cotton grass
Collected from the Russian Steppe
Lift thought from its mundanity
A ribbon caught - and marmalade
The Orme’s delight of breaking sun
A room remade – and sadder tears
The pink – the cloth – the picture trail
Return to claim in empathy
And so the years and their reward
Bring back in gift and foundrel thought
What life and flotsam reaches shore
Imparting all to this small page
And thence to hours’ serenity
Yet ‘riches’ bought or coveted
Mean less than one of these at last
And still they rise in sadness gay
Where all has fallen into dust
They will in perpetuity
Remain
19Sept2011
jennifer Malden
Thu 31st Jan 2019 15:53
Nice! 'foundrel ' thought = thoughts leading to nothing? New word to me.
Jennifer