Wednesday 4 March 2009

Q-Tip

She kneels,
rubbing polish
into old, cracked leather --
her thumbs
are brush and cloth
and restorer
of Old Guard comfort.
Hours later
when boots
hold a dull shine
as pleasing as antique gold
she straightens,
bones popping like fireworks,
and plants a kiss:
soft lips on warm leather
for her love.

13 comments:

spacedlaw said...

Sweet. A work of love indeed.

Rachel Green said...

A sweet lady she was, too.

aims said...

Love does make things all shiny doesn't it?

Rachel Green said...

Q was shiny too!

DK said...

~soft smile~ thank you, treasured memories. x

BT said...

Super. Lovely boots.

Gail said...

I can see her!

Rachel Green said...

Thank you Gail.

Megan said...

Lovely!

Shullie said...

beautiful words, beautiful image, as was Q herself...

Rachel Green said...

Thanks Shullie :)

Unknown said...

I loved the poem before, but it works so well with the image. Nicely done.

Rachel Green said...

Thank you!
My old boots!