His spade hits something hard;
he kneels, parts the dark earth,
lovingly with his hands.
Dirt in his nails testament
to a lifelong affair with the land.
Fragments of pots emerge.
He takes them indoors; rubs
away the grime of the ages, but
gently, as he’d bathed his infant son,
pink-toed and cherry-cheeked, many
moons ago, in that very sink.
On the table he lays them –
pieces them together. How old
they were he didn’t know – broken
clay pots, just so much garbage...
maybe a hundred years since.
Turned out they were Roman –
burial urns, or so the experts said
at the London Museum, before
they went on display.
One man’s junk, another’s treasure,
he thinks as he digs yet another
row of spuds. Kind of odd,
when what survives us longest
is our rubbish.
‘Ain’t that right, son?’

Comments
lenchenelf | May 25, 2010 - 13:38
Very dry commentary on parental expectation? Clever tie in with infant bathing and the last line. atb Lena xx
Silver Spun Sand | May 25, 2010 - 16:22
Thanks so much, Lena, for your inspired comment;-)
Glad it meant something to you and I appreciate your telling me.
Tina xx
insertponceyfre... | May 25, 2010 - 16:45
I like the imagery you use in this poem Tina, especially the way you describe how he cleans the pottery
luigi_pagano | May 25, 2010 - 17:18
Another little gem, Tina.
Luigi xxx
Silver Spun Sand | May 25, 2010 - 17:32
Insert... thanks for that. It's the little things that count;-)
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | May 25, 2010 - 17:33
Thanks Luigi. Pleased you enjoyed...and hey, you sparkle, more than a bit, yourself;-)
Tina xxx
Dynamaso | May 25, 2010 - 22:36
It goes to show you never know what lies beneath. I agree with Luigi's comment. Dug this very much :)
Silver Spun Sand | May 25, 2010 - 22:40
More power to you, too;-)
Tina
ankari | May 26, 2010 - 09:33
"Dirt in his nails testament
to a lifelong affair with the land."
I love these lines :)
ankari x
Firebird | May 26, 2010 - 09:50
A lovely poem, Tina x A joy to read x:)
Silver Spun Sand | May 26, 2010 - 10:00
Ankari - thank you so much. I am so pleased these lines were your favourite. They were mine too;-)because they describe so well the man the poem is all about and he was very special to me.
Tina x
Silver Spun Sand | May 26, 2010 - 10:02
Your words mean much, Firebird;-) Thanks for reading and for your kind comment.
Tina x
MistakenMagic | May 26, 2010 - 15:39
'He takes them indoors; rubs
away the grime of the ages, but
gently, as he’d bathed his infant son,
pink-toed and cherry-cheeked, many
moons ago, in that very sink.'
- love this stanza, Tina! Such a very down-to-earth poem! Well done on the cherry ;)
Magic xxx
Silver Spun Sand | May 26, 2010 - 18:23
Thank you, so much, Magic. And also well done on your cherry. Certainly not a 'down to earth' poem. I for one would love to have visited Russia,but you took me there with your words.
Glad you enjoyed this one, which is indeed the story of my husband's father, who found the pots in his postage stamp sized backyard in Putney, South London.
As far as I know, the pots are still on display at the London Museum. Inside were tiny fragments of bone and even tinier fragments of jewellery made from tin, which unfortunately detiorates quite a bit.
Tina xxx
Cavalcaderl | May 27, 2010 - 13:28
new Silver-Spun-sand
Really so interesting and
amzingly done.Well done on the cherry
Memories,aye..
julie x
Silver Spun Sand | May 27, 2010 - 14:14
Julie - many thanks;-) Memories, as you say.
Tina xx
Beeme | May 28, 2010 - 09:56
So beautiful Tina, I really enjoyed! Well done on the cherry :)
The first stanza was my favourite, however the other stanza are packed full of gorgeous images and beauty, as always a very beautiful snippet of another persons life.
Beeme xx
Silver Spun Sand | May 28, 2010 - 10:31
Beeme - as per usual you have commented in such an empathetic way, and I really appreciate your comments.
Thank you, and I hope you have a lovely weekend;-)
Tina xx
Highhat | May 28, 2010 - 11:10
always so much substance in your poems. Love this one too xx
Silver Spun Sand | May 28, 2010 - 11:33
Thanks so much;-) Hey, you have a great weekend too.
Tina xx
kheldar | May 28, 2010 - 23:31
Up until the last line this poem was really good - that last line makes it fantastic.
David xx :--)
Silver Spun Sand | May 29, 2010 - 08:03
My heart was in my mouth for the moment, David;-) You sure do know how to write!!
Thanks, David. Really glad you enjoyed.
Tina ;-)xx