The Exhibit
The box looked rather ancient:
It was made of weathered wood.
They’d placed it on a varnished shelf
Where now it mutely stood.
Its latch was rather rusty,
Suggesting use at sea,
I guessed it was a sailor’s box:
That’s how it seemed to me.
I saw on it some markings
And wondered what they meant,
A letter “C” and “26”
But what was their intent?
Was “C” perhaps for “Captain”,
But why the numbers too?
I came to the conclusion
More likely “C” was “Crew”.
Each crewman had a number,
And each his box to store
Whatever most he valued,
Till he was back on shore.
I felt this was the answer.
What else then could it be,
But storage for a sailor?
That’s how it seemed to me.
The box was quite discoloured
As if it once was wet:
A relic from a wreck perhaps,
That divers dived to get.
Now salvaged from the sea bed,
Displayed for all to see,
It still held many secrets.
This fascinated me!
Whoever once had used it,
Must surely now have died.
I looked at it intently:
What had it held inside?
Beneath it was a notice.
Perhaps this held a clue?
I stopped so I could read it,
As I’d seen others do.
Just then I heard my teacher
Quite firmly call my name.
It seemed my class was moving on
So I must do the same.
Our bus outside was waiting.
I clearly couldn’t stay,
But I am now determined
I’ll go back there one day!
Monty Edwards
- Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #12
Monty says: “I wrote this in sympathy with children who often find it frustrating when they are prevented by adult time constraints from satisfying their curiosity about the things that interest them. Despite this, some children will go on to demonstrate that they have the confidence and resourcefulness to continue their search for answers independently.
Australian Children’s Poetry 