Sunday, August 11, 2013

Time in a bottle

The supermarket had a sale
on bottled time, buy two
get one free. The bottles
were clear but a bit dusty,
the contents a light blue.
The bottle missing a label,
I didn’t know whether to pour,
sprinkle, or let evaporate.
I began with a light sprinkling,
a seasoning of time, touching
lightly. Impatient for more,
I poured, allowing the time
to flow as quickly as it could
force itself through the opening.
The bottle nearly empty, what
remained was an evaporating
patina of blue edged in gray
changing to gray edged in blue.

Tweetspeak Poetry has a poetry prompt this week about bottles and cans. I posted a can poem on Friday; this one, about bottles, is a bit more serious.

Photograph by Petr Kratochvil via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.


Megan Willome said...

I really love this, Glynn.

Jody Lee Collins said...

I've had sabbath on the brain--daily weekly, whatever time I can squeeze in--and your poem made me think of that.

Really like this, Glynn.