i used to collect glass bottles
all different hues
the almost-see-through were the best
the sun would come in through the windows
lighting my wall up in reds and blues and greens
the year after my nan's passing
i dropped her ring into one of the bottles
just to see if it would change the way
in which the light flowed through
it didn't
however i never stopped imagining it was her light
coming through that window
rainbowing my room
Author notes
glass bottles and grandmom's ring... however my grandmom was called nan... hope it still counts...
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A contest entry
- PIF Contest /Word Prompt by Rowan.
800 points, ended August 18, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I call my grandmother nana. There's really something here, with a little more work, more attention to alliteration and meter, you could have a very good poem. I keep bottles in my window too; antiques, and love the way they light up the walls when the sun hits them.
A lovely entry, thanks for entering.
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...charming!
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Oh that's beautiful!
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