The Possibility

The fainting couch lies in the attic,
the moth-eaten fabric has holes
and ancient stuffing falls on the floor.

Once a symbol of elegance and beauty
it has been relegated and abandoned,
the worst kind of death,

no longer wanted, no longer considered
worthy of care or restoration,
But the bones are good

and you can see the promise
of what was and what might, perhaps
still be.

And so you pull it back into the light,
where it looks even worse,
every flaw exposed and raw,

but finally, no longer abandoned,
hauled into your workshop,
there is the possibility of beauty.

Not the certainty, for your skills are limited,
but certainly more hope of a future
than in the dark places it once lived.

About this poem

Yeah, you guessed it, this is more about people and relationships than furniture.

The picture was taken at the Rogers Store Museum in Surry County, Virginia.

Tom