Maz Ellis
How marvellous are bottles to behold
simple vessels that only have one hole
Straight and thin like chimneys
Squat and round like bowls
How marvellous are bottles to behold
They can be priceless terracotta
from the dirt of old Pompeii
Or cheap and nasty plastic
to use once and throw away
Works of art and beauty
By Lalique or Faberge
Or basic glass or china
That we utilise each day
Leaf etched crystal pieces
bejewelled or dipped in gold
Containing lovely perfumes
Designed for young and old
Or tiny vials of poison
stoppered to withhold
That which can cure or kill us
And from under counters sold
The history of bottles is a story to be told
From archaic rites and rituals
To shopping centres sold
Telling new or ancient stories
Mundane, mysterious or bold
But they all have one thing in common
They only ever have one hole.
Maz Ellis has lived in Daylesford since 2020. She writes for personal pleasure short stories and poetry about a broad range of subject matter from the sensible to the absurd.
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