There’s something haunting about metal
left to time - silver tarnishing into shadow,
left to time - silver tarnishing into shadow,
brass fading beneath a layer of neglect, copper
catching the last traces of light like
embers in the dark.
Yesterday, I spent the day in Abergavenny,
wandering through second-hand shops.
Among the timeworn cabinets, I found...
A tarnished silver-tone money box, in the shape of a
rabbit, heavy with the weight of a forgotten childhood.
Those eyes seem almost too real.
A copper vase, its Art Deco curves catching the light
with a warmth dulled by years of quiet solitude.
with a warmth dulled by years of quiet solitude.
An ornate jewellery casket, its hinges
whispering of hands that once hid secrets within.
A 1930s preserve pot, standing solemnly, no
longer filled with the sweetness it once held.
A delicate silver-tone daisy, crafted for
holding rings, now standing alone, untouched.
A trio of brass drawer pulls - remnants
of cabinets long abandoned.
A silver-plated letter rack, once a keeper of
correspondence, now empty, waiting to
find purpose on someone's desk.
Each object whispered its own quiet story -
a tale of a home, a life, a moment lost to time.
As I carried them home, I wondered how long
they had waited, hoping to be found,
longing to be remembered.
Each one can be found in My Etsy Shop,
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