Linda Studley

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Old Brooms

New brooms are awkward and stiff.
They haven’t had time to learn about corners
and where the cracks in the linoleum are.
They are still too vain, with their shiny red handle
and their tidy straw, all the same length, that
doesn’t like dust bunnies to cling.

Give me an old broom with split ends,
its handle scarred from one too many foray
under the bed. An old broom that doesn’t mind
having a bunny or two between its straw teeth.
One that knows its place and leans against the wall
on slightly curving bristles, only sliding down across
the path to trip unwanted visitors or bill collectors.

Old brooms sweep clean and so much more.
They thump the ceiling when the upstairs
neighbour gets too loud. They fish things out
from under sofas and off high shelves.
Old brooms are the stars of every limbo contest ever held.
Give me an old broom any day.



A Poem is a Ponder

A poem is a ponder
An inner thought with wings
The lens through which the poet
Sees her life and other things.
They drift about her conscience
Where ifs and maybes play,
Ethereal dust bunnies
Waiting to be swept away.
And I tease them from my conscience
And I tickle them from dreams
I sweep them onto paper
Or onto my netbook screen.
And I show them to the world
And I give them each a name
And I ask if anyone can
Recognise what they became.



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