Tinsmith

Tin_lamp_1930s

Tinware Desk Lamp, late 1930s, Bandelier National Monument.
Made by a Civilian Conservation Corps tinsmith.
Photo via Wikipedia

The bristles of his broom brushed
the debris of a life from the entrance
to his old house.
Though the mat in the doorway
lay stained, showing years of
his dark tread, scuffed, like
a permanent shadow, you could
still make out a message:
COME.
This is where he entered his apprenticeship,
learning a craft, like that of a tinsmith, transforming
new emotions, base as pieces of cheap metal,
into shining lamps to light this new path,
so others might enter. He hangs each
new piece near his old heart’s door.
The one with a new mat that whispers
COME.

Poem #16 (sorry, life really got in the way) of Poem- (nearly) a -Day NaPoWriMo 2015.

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One thought on “Tinsmith

  1. I’m in the same boat and have been a couple of times so far as actually writing the poem on the day. I think it counts as long as we end up with 30 poems, don’t you? Your poems are always so good, that they are well worth the wait. I just started reading your book, Penumbra, and it is wonderful. Great work!

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