Form: Dizain
In the attic where I found it
Amid old newspapers and dust
Hidden in the decades of grit
A glint of red brighter than rust
A gentle rub of years of crust
And it shimmered a little spark
Its beauty long lost in the dark
And its story now lost to time
In its hinge a tiny hallmark
How it shines now it’s free from grime
©JGFarmer2020
A Garret Poet 