Skips seem to be punctuating the landscape in Ireland these days and the mere sight of them sets my mind racing.
For a couple of weeks, every single skip I looked into had at least two old-fashioned suitcases in them ~ you know the ones without wheels?
I longed to know where they had travelled and, of course, with whom.
I’ve only ever had one major dealing with a skip and that was when we were clearing out our late parent’s house. Practically everything that went into it carried memories of some description and it was only then that I truly realised how what can appear to be total rubbish can have very significant meaning for somebody somewhere.
Skips also make me think of an exercise I had to do as part of a course on writing poetry. The opening line was: If I had a skip I would throw away …
It was amazing what emerged as contenders for being dumped in a clear out of life. It was undoubtedly the most therapeutic poem I’ve ever written.
Of course, there’s also memories of the time when our son was obsessed with all things related to the building industry, especially yellow and orange machines! I was only reminding him recently of the holiday spent in gorgeous Co. Kerry when all we seemed to see were skips, JCBs, dumper trucks, fork lifts …..
Yes, life is viewed through different prisms.
Where do skips bring you?