Walk in, with purpose
Squint screwed on tight
Ready to spot flaws in the
Garish flickering light
The must of ages seeped into fibers
Stiffening linings, ripped seams
Moth-eaten wool and crumbling rubber
It’s a hunt through the thrift store
For hidden treasure
Maybe you see it
from three racks over
or had to dig
through a bin of sharp rubble
No matter the price
What has to be put back
Leave satisfied having found
That which you didn’t know you lacked
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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CH9~ A Stitch in Time
As everyone else settled into their seats and got crowded on either side, Lady Adrema started quickly, loudly, and obviously casting a spell, leading people to back away. A shimmering scrollwork cage of magical force appeared, enveloping herself and her seat, preventing anyone from elbowing in or accessing her at all.
By K.B. Silver Exclusive • 2 months ago
Comments (3)
I am always ready for a good old thrift store find. I love your take on this challenge, KB❣💖
Fabulous take on the challenge! I especially like: “ Walk in, with purpose Squint screwed on tight Ready to spot flaws in the Garish flickering light”💖
This is a fantastic poem about the magic of the thrift store hunt! As a fellow thrift store junkie, I totally connect with the feeling of having your "Squint screwed on tight" and being on that focused mission.