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Consignment and Resignment

Updated on October 22, 2015

Consignment and Resignment

by Laura Summerville Reed

I've decided I need money; I'm digging

through drawers and on shelves, under things.

A flashlight and my cat accompany me

into the dark recesses of the attic.

I'll take the collected prizes of my life

to be bartered for cold, hard cash.

A consignment shop is the point of no return,

but my prizes don't know this.

It's their adventure. I am their traitor

Do you stay or do you go?

Are you useful or do

I merely love you best?

How many fingertips have touched

the things that others might wish to hold?

How many faces have stared back

from this mirror in my hand?

I've come across a compact.

It belonged to my grandfather's sister.

How it came to be mine, I've long forgotten.

I wonder when she stopped looking

in the silvered glass that still glamorously

declares its case ensconced in 24kt gold.

I knew her in my childhood. She was

always old; her beauty worn to one side,

cut away with the cancer long before

I was born. Bartered in return for

the cold, hard currency of life.

Did she put the compact away then?

Is that why the tiny gold ledger

of stamped foil is still firmly affixed?

We lose things, have things cut away,

watch things evaporate like a swirl of

cloud in front of the moon.

We watch others have things

cut away, and the sun and moon

become their reflection; gold and silver

Shimmer and shine.

I will keep the compact.

©LSR 2010


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    • lalesu profile image

      lalesu 8 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon

      Hello Nellieanna, yes, this was my first post. I have seventeen to date. Thank you so much for your kind words and warm welcome.

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      Nellieanna Hay 8 years ago from TEXAS

      Methinks we may be kindred spirits, Laura. Welcome to HP. Don't hesitate to share the treasures of your heart. They ARE priceless gifts - but gifts ungiven have NO value - as gifts. Go for it. Of course -this was probably your first hub 3 weeks ago & I'm just now discovering you. I will keep reading and will probably discover you have been sharing more of these gems.


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      lalesu 8 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon

      Hello again, Wayne, I'm becoming accustomed to your face, lol. Thank you for stopping by. I do hope you enjoyed it.

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      Wayne Brown 8 years ago from Texas

      Ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee. A fantastc write...I loved every second of it!

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      lalesu 8 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon

      Thanks Charlie, there's cold comfort in knowing even seasoned publishers can be a bit apprehensive.

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      ralwus 8 years ago

      Yes! Some things just are not for sale. I knew you would keep it. I am always fearful to click on that publish button. Don't you be, you can really write well. Much love, CC

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      lalesu 8 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon

      Thank you guys so much.

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      Winsome 8 years ago from Southern California by way of Texas

      And now the world...

      Let'er rip Laura

      Clean out that attic of your heart

      No consignment of ideas, of words

      Shoo them out, let them take flight

      We raise our hands to shade our eyes

      As we watch and wonder

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      Moulik Mistry 8 years ago from Burdwan, West Bengal, India

      Fantastic writing, very well done...

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      lalesu 8 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon

      Thank you all for the warm welcome. I'm treading the waters of sharing my writing with some trepidation. Aside from my daily fb status posts (that often earn me several, "WTF?!" comments) only three others have ever been allowed to read anything I've written.

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      Micky Dee 8 years ago

      I'm very glad you kept the compact! This reminds me of John Prine's rendition of "Souvenirs". The song may have been written by Steve Goodman. Very nice hub!

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      MFB III 8 years ago from United States

      Possessions versus recessions, cherished treasures must go, but wait, hang on to a few memories, something to reflect back on, A great Aunt's view of her face pressed into a compact moment forever, perhaps she is smiling down a tyou from heaven for saving a bit of her world. Excellent Hub~~~

      MFB III

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      lalesu 8 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon

      Thank you both. I'm honored to have you as the first guests to my hub, and it is a poem, I'm just so new to this site I could not muddle through the editing portion, as to format it properly.

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      Pollyannalana 8 years ago from US

      I was so hoping you would! Welcome.

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      Cassandra Mantis 8 years ago from UK and Nerujenia

      What a curious and interesting hub I found here while Hub Hopping. I wish I could have read more, it ended too soon. But you write like a poet. I look forward to reading more from you, lalesu. Welcome to Hub Pages. : )