...ponderings from the pen of a poet, via the heart of a human, often touched by the wicked sense of humour of an observer of oddities...
Thursday, 12 August 2010
Round The Bend
I once had a screw thread
but rust saw to that -
now no plumber can shift
these pipes linked to my tap.
The copper green hue
adds a certain allure,
but there's holes in disguise
right above it, I'm sure.
I'm bendy and flakey
and well past my prime
and due for the scrap heap -
it looks like it's time!
Photo prompt by Magpie Tales
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You could be talking about me.
ReplyDeleteJinksy this is so charming and fun...love all the flow and rhyme! And like Nessa, you could be talking about me as well! :-)
ReplyDeleteI was thinking of the line from Danny Boy as I read this. You know, 'the pipes, the pipes are calling..'
ReplyDeleteSounds like my medical reports! Great fun but be sure to keep taking the pills! ha ha!
ReplyDeleteCute and simple :)
ReplyDeleteThat really does look ancient! Hope my *pipes* are in better condition. Ha.
ReplyDeleteMaggie X
Nuts in May
Yes! I love the use of 'well past my prime' in this context - thinking of how pumps always had to be primed!
ReplyDeleteanother silly who dashed of a magpie. I like it and in spite of the daft idea of doing something on order it's fun. well sort of.
ReplyDelete"The copper green hue," love it. Boy everyone is jumping on this one fast. I have to give it a thought. Great job.
ReplyDeleteQMM
You are in much better form than those pipes my friend.......:-) Hugs
ReplyDeleteYou should have done the humane thing and put those pipes out of their misery long before now, I think.
ReplyDeletejinksy - so clever and yes as your first comment above suggests - well this could be talking about me - in a few years mind you! steven
ReplyDeleteI sort of want to explore the plumbing in my house and see what I come up with :-). As always, I LOVE your stuff!
ReplyDeleteAnother Jinksy Gem!
ReplyDeleteI'm still trying to figure out what my prime might be, and now have to worry about being passed it? Those pipes look too close to home.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
Oh no, not the scrap heap. There is more life left in there I can tell.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading this, love the words 'copper green hue'.
ReplyDeletewow... the poem just flowed very nicely..
ReplyDeletebut surely there's still life, no scrapheap...
On form as usual, Jinksy! Hey . . . my Google sidebar has picked up all this plumbing stuff and is telling me that PLUMBERS CAN EARN OVER £50,000 per annum!
ReplyDeleteWhere's me blowtorch? I may be gone for some time . . . .
Love the copper green colour. It would be great for a summer dress. Nice poem Jinksy.
ReplyDeleteDue for the scrap heap???! Enjoyable poem.
ReplyDeleteScrap heap??? Never, you have much more to share with us.
ReplyDeleteAnyone who writes like that is a very long way away from the scrap heap.
ReplyDeleteNo, not the scrap heap!
ReplyDeleteI am sure the pipes linked to your tap are clear and free, no scrap heap for you! We won't letcha!
ReplyDeleteGreat fun, Jinksy!
ReplyDeleteOh no, not you..ready for scrap heap..don't listen to that one!! Terrific, girl..
ReplyDeletebendy and flaky--where I come from that is called character and eccentricity--no scrap heap,a little tlc and patience perhaps?--great magpie-c
ReplyDeleteThat just seems to fit perfectly, and it flows so nicely. Unlike the water through those pipes!
ReplyDeletelovely rhythm - and meter to this piece...fun magpie..bkm
ReplyDeletei am rather fond of the hues in the rust on a pipe..perhaps a budding young artist will find it and breath life in it anew...smiles. nice mag.
ReplyDeleteI love the rhyme and rhythm to this one. Nice work!
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