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Monday, April 13, 2009

Poem A Day Challenge - Day 11 - Object

there’s a small brass key
bound round her neck
by a delicate and knotted
ribbon of scarlet thread

she fingers it against
her pale ivory skin
a lost and faraway look
in eyes like summer grass

as a stranger I watch her
peering at her as though
through a window on the
outside looking back in

and I ask hypothetically if
my stranger self held the key
what secret thoughts could I
unlock with a twist of my wrist

what memories would come
spilling pell-mell from the box
of treasures and baubles
and trinkets that is her mind

what does she keep hidden
in her most secret place
locked away safely there
where she goes to find solace

the mirror window reflects
distant eyes back at me
and those slender fingers
still fluttering at the key

in my separate, alter, observing self
I hide that I know what I do
that the truths inside her box
of treasures are mine as well

I watch and wonder at the smile
that tugs at the edge of her face
will she risk all to whim and chance
and give over that tiny antique key

not daring to breathe a moment
I hope beyond hope for some sign
some flicker inside her emerald eyes
that she’s ready to live for today

while I watch, entranced by the
dance at her throat pale fingers
on antique brass and scarlet ribbon
I breathe softly and whisper ‘let go…’

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