Sometimes, the storytellers hanging out in the marketplace, the quaint pub/shop the old house or railway station are the objects, themselves. Antiques that offer through artistic detail, inscriptions, place of discovery or some knowledge of their personal lineage, the vestiges of a story. And the rest is either revealed through research or the beholder/owner's imagination. The inanimate trouvère, on one hand hints at its tale in silence, but on the other, inspires the observer to complete or reinvent its history.
To wake things up that are in him..
There are centuries of us
silent and heirloomed -- left
in half-timbered shops, temple ruins,
the spider-veiled cellar or eaves. We are given
our song by use or scene. By those
who shadow the vase, linens, lamp,
ink well, parchment, or book.
And oh! yes, that powder horn found
in the barn's loft, abandoned
with blonde strands of hair
clinging to its strap. Goshawk wings
sketched along its sallow bone. What woman
shot a firearm and why --
or did she simply fill the thing
to save her husband time?
The tale remains sparse, spoken
through etching, wisp and place.
The rest revealed
by hand and eye that mold
its shape into a chapter.
gives the relic a relatable
air, an intimate ghost.
The artwork is a detail of a larger work by 19th C. illustrator, Arthur Rackham,
from his "Ring of The Nibelung" collection.