Suitcase Sonnet

11 Sep

Stickers and stamps tattoo your aging skin

To show how far you’ve travelled in your time,

On every foreign floor you’ve reaped the grime,

And after years of strain your threads are thin.

A heavy burden’s crammed by force within,

You’ll hush your master’s secrets like a mime

Until the rusty lock that’s past its prime

Is cracked and bleeding this nomadic bin.

Empty your vulgar wares from round the globe,

It’s time to clear you out and start again,

Your stubborn leather crust must mould around

Where other cornered objects are to probe,

You’ll snuggle between luggage on the train

And hope your owner’s never homeward bound.



2 Responses to “Suitcase Sonnet”

  1. Lorem Ipsum September 12, 2013 at 4:02 am #

    If only this suitcase could speak…Enjoyed your poem, and I also enjoyed how it got me thinking. Cheers!

    • francesclarke07 September 12, 2013 at 9:07 am #

      I often wonder what objects/walls/animals would say if they could speak.. Glad you enjoyed it, thanks!

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