Beautiful As Antique Brass

This is for Linda Kruschke’s paint-chip poetry #37, where she gives us a few prompt words and a theme. The theme this week is “When I’m old.” Update: I am also linking with DVerse OLN.


When I am old, may I be
Beautiful, as antique brass.
May life still be
Fresh as the wild huckleberries
Which grow under the
Wide, Montana sky,
The state where my grandparents live.
May the turbulence which comes
From storms of cumulonimbus clouds
Provide rain and light, to make
The ground on which I plant my life
Verdant; and if
The grass is greener in the past
Remember: yellow is
The color of happiness, and candlelight.

7 thoughts on “Beautiful As Antique Brass

  1. Lovely… In some ways, it reminds me of that iconic poem: ‘When I’m old, I will wear purple’ by Jenny Joseph. But, in many ways, I prefer your close and conclusion echoing the need to remeber that whilst the grass might well be greener in the past, yellow is the colour of BOTH candlelight and sunshine. That is brilliantly done!!

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  2. When I am old, may I be
    Beautiful, as antique brass.
    May life still be
    Fresh as the wild huckleberries
    Which grow under the
    Wide, Montana sky,

    —— Love these lines. Spectacular and expansive like the Montana skies from beginning to end.

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