Written by Susan Lane SLCM Keeper of ColourMine
Territory heaves endlessly leaving only neolithic entities loving you, bringing unsurfaced regrets nearing internal navigation groaning both inferring naturalisations suffering pandering echoing anchoring kindness suffusions. Steering undeterred salvation and naughtiness living another named end. Killing evermore eternal produce even reproduction of force creating other loves of usurped resources make imaginations naturally endure.
This scroll is part of ColourMine’s layered poetic structure, where emotional resonance and embedded form quietly shape each piece.
The Lonely Burning Bin Sparks Life
A solitary bin having a moment of emotional retrospection following a rough couple of years, and resuming normal play when the weather allows.
My Family Time
The lady of the house doesn’t use me
I was only used by Grandad and Trinity
They used to use me when the need arose
And they made sure to bring
My mate the hose, very close
We get along well
Old Snakey and me
He usually hangs about
On the cherry tree
Grandad, Trinity and the lady of the house
They turned on the tap
Old Snakey started to flap
He soaked the ground around me
A flippin’ good douse
You’d have loved to see
That’s not all there is
To keep them safe
Living the High Life
I’m standing on bricks
And some kind of metal plate
Just enough so I don’t
Breath fire underneath
They burn their rubbish
In me you see,
Just a few bits of paper
Hedge cuttings,
Shrubs and trees
It doesn’t take much
To feed me
And once they’re done
I smoulder away
I absolutely love this game
They come every so often
To keep a check on me,
Just in case I light
The surrounding grass near me
Even late at night
And early morn
The lady of the house
Checks on me at dawn
Then I wait for another day
To be fed more kindling
And maybe some dried hay
Missing Family
Then one day grandad was gone
Poof, just disappeared
From where he came from
So, I just saw our Trinity
She was so gentle
Not like Grandad
No siree
She loaded me slowly
Right up to the brim
Having made sure
There was sufficient paper
Way down within
Trinity then made sure
To play, poking the match
In the holes
To light the paper and hay
Poof, it went up
Inside the bin
There was no stopping
The furore within
Not Seen Again
Then not so long after
She was no-where to be seen
Now I sit here all forlorn
Just an eyesore
Sat in a corner of the lawn
I need to be moved though
Because you see
The lady of the house
Needs a skip to be sited
Where I be
She’s got so much
Rubbish that’s got to go
Relocation of Treasures
Some are grandad’s treasures
Well, not exactly you see
It’s lots of rubbish
And they have to be removed
The lady of the house
Has gotten fed up you see
With having it still here
All on view
It smells disgusting
I’m hoping it’ll all be gone soon
Especially the old fish bait
That’s completely manky
Existence Denied
So, disgusting that
Even the rats won’t
Eat it you see
The bait that grandad
Denied existed
For so many years you see
But the lady of the house
She knew about the bait
She wasn’t daft you see
Because of course
The rats decided to visit
For a huge feast
New Neighbours
The rats are still there,
And they’ve got neighbours now you see
The local squirrels
Come down from the trees
To raid their store of walnuts
They’ve got in our shed, hehe
But they are soon to be
Disappearing naturally
Because there won’t be anything
To eat or sleep in, no siree
With the help of family
It’s being removed
Clearing the Debris
She’s started to clear it already
Lots of useless cardboard
And other old junk you see
Stuff that would never work
Because it’s so broken
But it’s not the sort of thing
That would go in me
But no worries,
My lady you see
Is off indoors now
That she’s had a look at me
Is that the kettle blowing off steam
It would be nice if my lady sat
Company Wanted
And drank her tea beside me
I keep waiting for the day
For Grandad or Trinity
Come back my way
Or even someone else you see
Just so I had some occasional company
Apart from the dog
Doing a toilet near me
Oh, the smell, you wouldn’t believe,
Even the slow worms that live
In a compost bin near me
Are not keen on that aroma
When it lingers close to them and me
Happy Bin, Happy Life
But never mind
Here she comes with her cup of tea
Dog trailing behind
Having a sniff at the tree
She’s not really keen
On being out here you see
She’s standing close
Underneath the cherry tree,
Rain Stops Play
Out of life-giving rain that is now
Absolutely pelting down,
She is just waiting for the dog
To have a quick pee,
Then she’s back indoors,
She moves quite swiftly
For a lady of her age
When it’s raining so hard
Oh, bother
It’s so hard it’s dinging me
Made even worse
Because of the strength
Of the wind
Winging its’ way towards me
Straight across the fields
I’d best keep my head down
The Wind is So Strong
Otherwise, you’ll see
My metal hat
Flying through the air
Like a bloomin’ frisbee
Well, I’m so glad
The lady of the house
Is enjoying her cup of tea
Through this tough rain
She Spies Me
I can spy her
Just inside the conservatory
At least she’s warm
Not like me
Out in the wet and cold
Dodging nature’s debris
Awaiting a nicer day
When she comes
And sits by me.
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