Ode to Varnish

19 Jul


The smell is the thing
That catches your ‘eye’
It lives up your nose
Refusing to die
It’s tacky and gooey
And sticks in strange places
Even occasionally
On unknowing faces

If the wind’s from the south
Or the clouds start to cry
Persnickety varnish
Refuses to dry
Too hot or too cold
It matters so much
 My just-painted varnish
Stays tacky to touch

But the thing about varnish
That most comes to mind
When I think of the hours
And hours of time
Is the odd satisfaction
From that off-hand remark
That passers-by sometimes make
When we’re about to embark

“Ooooh, who does your brightwork?”
…I smile knowingly…

me working looking up1

(my thanks to my sister for suggesting varnish deserved a poem)

6 Responses to “Ode to Varnish”

  1. Barbie Robinson July 20, 2014 at 00:17 #

    Nice one sister! ❤ ❤ :))

  2. Gregg Turner July 20, 2014 at 16:52 #

    You are a Lady of many talents! Well Done!

    • Mrs Bushranger July 22, 2014 at 22:33 #

      If you are referring to my second career as a poet, well, thank you so much!!!!

  3. Anne July 21, 2014 at 17:32 #

    Looks wonderful LynnAnne, such a rich colour!!

    John & myself returned from a Canada/Alaska trip a few weeks ago now. We had a absolutely fabulous trip. the scenery just stunning as you would know. The wild life one of the Highlights, mama bears coming out of hibernation with their young cubs, really beautiful!!!!

    • Mrs Bushranger July 22, 2014 at 22:32 #

      Sounds like you had a wonderful trip! I hope we get to see a mama bear when we get up north!

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