This old bucket has hunkered
upside down in the garden
since your house was yours.
It is a good bucket, protected
by philadelphus and sacrificial zinc
and still functional though rust
edges into its seams and rivets.
Tap the side; listen to the void.
Pick it up, turn it over;
feel it start to fill with rain.
Ian Glass grew up in Northumberland and lives in Worcestershire. He trained as an engineer, works as a computer programmer and writes most of his poetry when he should be doing something else.
Algebra Of Owls 
Superb A metaphor extended, but never over-stretched. Very effective.
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Yup. It’s Ian’s first published piece too, and not the last I’m sure.
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I like this poem verymuch…..it conveys so much with so little.
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I really love this Ian. It captures so much emotion and place and time. Perfect in its brevity!
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