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Man’s Shed
In the shed of my late father
mortality raises its gentle
terrifying reminding head
among the stilled working
the colonising cobwebs
here in this inner sanctum
of a man’s married years
lie the abandoned hobbies
the casualties of affordability
and changing health
golf clubs beginning to rust
and accrete DIY liquids
transforming into new uses
a club is always a club
no matter how it is wielded
no matter where it is
or how tamed one is
a complete bathroom window
frosted
its opening obedient to a key
that hasn’t turned for decades
a trolley of peeling paint
and complaining metal
castors still compliant
a primitive vehicle from my childhood
upcycled then repurposed
to shelve rough materials
soon to be upcycled again
I was sent there by my father
to find a tool I could never retrieve
today everything is uncovered
in the light of vacating
Superb!!!! Loved the final stanza.