The bottle looked lost as it lay on the sand.
Perhaps it had fallen from somebody’s hand.
It seemed to be empty, but still had its lid
Whoever had dropped it must know that they did.
Or had it been lost from the deck of a boat,
With air trapped inside having helped it to float,
Until borne by the waves and washed up by the tide
It was left on the beach at the end of its ride?
Still, no one had claimed it. The bottle was mine!
It looked to have once held some cider or wine.
I bent down and grasped it, then held it up high
To check if inside it was thoroughly dry.
I found it not empty as first I had thought,
But rather, inside was a note of some sort!
I opened and read what was written within:
“Please take this old bottle and throw in the bin.”
- Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #7
Monty says: While working on this poem for the bottle prompt a second poem using a different approach to the same prompt was conceived.