altared perceptions

altared perceptions

 

it was just a table

its only claim to fame - it had been around awhile

seen a few things

been a few places

watched in a wistful wooden way

as

generations ate played and maybe loved a little

cottage pie

monopoly

adultery

and all the jigsaw stations in between

life waxing lyrical

on waxed pine boards

 

strait-laced victorians

wartime letter writers

joss sticks and swinging sixties

all tolerated celebrated and remembered

 

then

the day came

as such days must

when it was no longer required

legs a little shaky

complexion not what it was

small ads had no takers

 

so

on a sunny sunday afternoon

with saw and sledgehammer

it held its last service

a communion of noise and shadows

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Done