A Rumble in the Jumble

A Rumble in the Jumble

A Poem by Chris
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(Before we were inundated with charity shops, we had the good old jumble sale. Anyone remember?)

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Eager eyes on bargain hunters
as the doors are opened wide.
Watch the queue of pushing punters
as they inch their way inside.
Round the endless trestle tables
stacked with scores of hand-me-downs.
Women armed with wicker baskets
foreheads furrowed in a frown.

Tossed and churned donated items,
belts with blouses edged in lace,
followed by a v neck sweater
next an old grey pillow case.
As the nimble fingers fumble
with a cotton collared shirt,
six hands reach to grab the hemline
of a black silk dirndle skirt.

As the musty garments tumble,
what a rumble in the jungle
as the silver shillings fall
not so willing to the coffers
for the upkeep of the hall.
Two o'clock and no subsiding
till at last the chimes sound three,
when the Vicar calls for silence,
home-made cakes and fresh brewed tea.

© 2018 Chris


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Gee
Oh yes, most weeks in the village hall, twas the car boot of its time. And the smell, jaysus, musty, damp, urine, and That was just the throng gathered for a bargain.
Brings back memories of childhood and also of " new" clothes for a family of feral kids.
Hi Christine, really enjoyed this trip back in time,
. Hope you are well.

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Verse

2 Years Ago

Hey there, Gee! Just doing one of my wee hour of the morning word binges in Canada!

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angel

2 Years Ago

You said wee...(childishly giggles).
Verse

2 Years Ago

Hee-hee!!! So I did. :):) ................


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when there's a bargain to be had, the claws can come out. a no-holes barred free-for-all or tug-fest can erupt. used to be a big one in my area each year at a certain store on wedding gowns. not a pretty sight when $1,000 dressed are being sold for a couple hundred. very relatable. nice ending. made me smile ... :)

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Chris

2 Years Ago

Hello Pete, thank you so much for your response. Pleased you could relate to my lines.

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Gee
Oh yes, most weeks in the village hall, twas the car boot of its time. And the smell, jaysus, musty, damp, urine, and That was just the throng gathered for a bargain.
Brings back memories of childhood and also of " new" clothes for a family of feral kids.
Hi Christine, really enjoyed this trip back in time,
. Hope you are well.

Posted 2 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Verse

2 Years Ago

Hey there, Gee! Just doing one of my wee hour of the morning word binges in Canada!

.. read more
angel

2 Years Ago

You said wee...(childishly giggles).
Verse

2 Years Ago

Hee-hee!!! So I did. :):) ................

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