#metaphor
a piece wrote as a response to a photo….gave it a little character.
Down a vast array of items
in the great festive sale
sits a lowly tin of peaches
bashed from the morning jostle
its label a little worn
it sits on the shelf – alone
this tin was never – ever
going to win the contest
for most delightful
its fellow tins were taken
some hours ago
in the rush before closing
and there’s no one to see
but the Frosty sour cream
in the Fridge in Aisle C
Moments tin wishes
he was back in the plant
opportunities here – scant
So the tin waits
for morning to come
and awaits delivery mans hum
The Inkwell 