The Shed…a Man’s Paradise Lost
A Man’s Paradise Lost…
Nothing sadder that an old shed, a man’s private sanctum lost in time and deserted for all it used to be. This one’s my ex-father-in-laws, build in 1925. He’s almost 90 now and days of fixing this and that long gone. It’s simply a storage unit these days, strewn with tools of old, cobwebs and many memories.
Rickety grey and bowed weathered boards,
with gnarled grains and knot-twisted talons,
Alive and cat creeping along bent walls.
barely conscious and upright stalled,
in rusted nail and flaked fungi-ringed blemishes.
Sadness pours from leaning ravaged doors,
fine silk from spiders gone, adorn the crusty walls.
While fallen lattice that once birthed crops,
lay vacant half-buried in lifeless earth,
swallowed by tattered remnant vines.
With gentle touch a small hole crumbles,
dusty wooded breath, light piercing blackness.
Wide-eyed, I search forgotten memories stacked,
waste, high mountains and sunset dreams,
released from life, decaying vermin fancy.
My heart falls shallow,
imbued with death-tinged sorrow,
intentions lost; a scattered patchwork plight.
Defiled by time, abandoned,
a monument to weathered hands,
and condemned to slow dust demise,
final breath unspent,
a man’s paradise lost.
Tony DeLorger © 2017