On this shelf lies a small gathering of heirlooms
from four generations. I am the oldest.
Too tiny ever to have held a fortune, my insides
are now smothered with must. Once, my worm-weaved
flesh wrapped dinging copper and silver discs,
loose parts of a prosthetic spine. I'm hardly used.
I never held many coins at once, even pennies,
even old ones, wide as an American half-dollar.
The hens pictured had clinking clucks. My fastening
clasps still open with a crispy click, their bite unworn
from years of snapping shut. Here I await my finding
by a small boy; for him to stash in my stomach
a dinky coin, a cupro-nickel bit sporting a rabbit,
inured to bouncing on many a counter, a thruppence,
pre-decimal, long past the power of purchase.
Patrick Cotter (21st century) Ireland
Source: Irish Times, 4 Septemeber, 2021
Patrick is the author of the book Sonic White Poise.
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