Below the bowing shelves
That threaten to crack and drop
Their secret load like relief planes,
I stand as tall as a man,
My back pressed against the wall.
Hardly noticed,
I am one of many other appliances
Along the perimeter of your life.
A modern convenience.
I am the Antarctic, contained.
A place so seldom visited
That the sausages have evolved into seals
And I have birthed a platoon of penguins between
The ice cubes, paired and stacked.
Softly humming,
I await the time -
Soon now!
When I must release
My charges from my embrace.
And far behind the bags of steaming peas,
In areas as yet unexplored
By heated hands,
I hold a secret -
A woolly Mammoth stands encased,
Trunk upraised in expectation
Of the day I thaw.
© GB 2007
About Me
- Gino Brignoli
- London, United Kingdom
- I am a recent Biodiversity and Conservation graduate from Birkbeck with an interest in entomology. I volunteer in the Lepidoptera department at the Natural History Museum.
3 comments:
I love a moment in a poem when the metaphor metaphors itself, when a man stands as tall as a man, for instance. Always interesting, every visit!
That rocked! Really. I enjoyed your pattern and punch.
God - you've been in my kitchen!
Excellent painting of the common place as foreign and alien.
You do nice work.
--and so it goes--
...Rob
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