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The Ode of Old-age

The Ode of Old-age
Silvern

The scene rises.
A deep warmth,
From the worn armchair.

A hidden strength acts,
Stretched and stained,
Bearing the memory of the sun.

Fingers trace the grain,
An area map,
Where life has happened.

The rich, dark-brown,
Like old coffee grounds settled,
Or the bark of a strapping tree.

A jacket hangs on the door.
Ready for the evening cold,
A second skin waiting.

It speaks about the journey.
Of boots that have walked miles,
A burden holding firmly.

Tough yet humble,
This skin remembers the shape.
A silent and reliable comfort.

A satisfying weight,
The sound of a wallet snapping shut,
Holding secrets and small coins.

Leather goes through,
It softens with care.
A beautiful ageing.


Lines: 27
This poem is dedicated to Jayne Jayne
Prompt ▶︎

Monday 23
Prompt word: Leather