In Praise Of Coloured Bottles - Tony Bradley

Nobody else I know, just loves the empties
I just want the bottles, not the booze
the beautiful shapes, the curves, reflections
the greens, the ambers, the vermillions, the blues.

Washed well, buffed up, then placed in my windows
of course, their positioning is a pleasant task
and apart from the colours, there's so many shapes
there's the slender, the tall, the squat, the flask.

I rescue them from the skips, all my coloured bottles
and sometimes, if I'm not at my smartest
an on-looker might think I'm on the piss
“It's conceptual, darling, I'm not that sort of artist.”

Tony Bradley