Written for: Sunday Muse #208
"Today as you can see, we have a theme going on. Each image holds something similar yet something different. Take hold of the one that speaks to you and follow where it leads."
The ornamental ones
are probably red
herrings. That leaves
many of the same type
from which to choose.
Old Uncle Elmer always
loved his riddles, treasure
hunts, and mysteries. This
ancient paint-splotched work
bench is the site of craft,
and craftiness. Each niece
and nephew gets one hour
apiece to select a key,
rummage through that cobwebbed
attic, and try to find its
match. Mind you, some of the
keys will open absolutely
nothing. Good old Uncle Elmer.
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
Now that would be a fun treasure hunt!! Always glad to see you at the Muse Sara!
Thanks, Carrie! My pleasure.
Well, Sara .. you may be the first poet to “see” the paint splotches! Great write, great eye.
Sara, that must have been a very happy childhood. Loved the poem 🙂
Fictional childhood, but thanks, Sunita!
This poem reminds me of a huge key collection an old person in my life years ago had – no idea which key went to what……..each one with a story to tell, no doubt.
Life imitates art!
I like Uncle Elmer, he let the others put on a show for him. I like your treatment of the keys.
Lovely story ❤
This was delightful, Sara!
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