Broken Broom

AuburnScribbler

 

Gripped it was, an ardent brush,

that made the cleaner warm,

to be involved, made heart go rush,

they thanked that they were born,

 

for godly sweeps, made the fold,

that kept the way so safe,

such vocation, bore the gold

and paved a path called faith,

 

a witch’s car, did paint a grin,

when used upon the floor,

not sky high, to write fake sin,

by those who liked the gore,

 

in such a place, where dirt resides,

this tool became a light,

where good example, was its glides,

scrubbing up a fight,

 

but lo’ the weakened crook,

has entered winter years,

dear caretaker, cannot look,

passed their veiled tears,

 

broken broom retires,

by bathing in the flames,

of proud manmade fires,

hiding all the shames.

  • Author: AuburnScribbler (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 13th, 2024 10:35
  • Comment from author about the poem: Although they are not sentient, I still think we should thank the things we use, that make our lives run so much smoother. With that said, I give you a poetic homage entitled "Broken Broom", which pays homage to all brooms, and whatever remains of mine. I would have shared a photograph of it, but the visual upload/edit button seems to be being an arsehole again. The banner picture is reminiscent of many autumnal days, where I used my trusty broom to sweep away plenty of brown leaves. Though, alas, in the case of the broom featured in this poem, no more shall it dance upon the floor. Also, the poem depicts "a cleaner of the world" who now bears a broken heart, in losing such an old friend. I hope that you enjoy the poem, happy sweeping, and as always, please do stay safe everyone.
  • Category: Nature
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  • sorenbarrett

    A wonderful metaphor and tribute to a valued item. I remember my grandfather's shovel mended with a pipe for a handle. Nicely written.

    • AuburnScribbler

      Thanks for the read sorenbarrett, and I'm glad that you liked my metaphorical homage.

      Nice to hear about your grandfather's shovel too, isn't is pleasantly weird how attached we can get to things? Hmm?

      Thanks again and I hope that all is well.

    • Goldfinch60

      Good words Ben, we need all these things to work for us as long as they can.

      Andy

      • AuburnScribbler

        Thanks for the read Andy, and I am glad that we are on the same page, when it comes to respecting our trusty tools.

        I hope that all is well.



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