Trinket Box


Trinkets handkerchief’ed inside that glazed box

Testament to many and resilient joys

Mysterious key that turned in its lock


Emeralds limpingly dangle as ear drops

Grace then favored the small and less

Rainbow colored gems embedded into tops


Silver rusting yet raging bold

Temple bells alongside peacock motifs

Chokers and slender necks to behold


Ankle trims one piece to be found

Stars hope in tiers of lobed chandeliers

Broken pearls strategize cornered in a mound


Humble smooth sunny golden globes

Gifted as tentative adornment to a young woman

Extended punctures still trophi’ed in her lobes


Magical contests played with finger rings

Opaque, glassy, stone in dramatic shapes

Slender fingers gloating royalty like kings


Counting trinkets was a childhood hobby

The texture of shapes and colors heirloom like

Memory encapsulates still each piece, though dates are foggy


Smiles and giggles lived in that box are owned

Rearranging, cleaning, then pruning in each jewel

Pride ballet dancer like, fearless luxury that trinket box

always condoned


Published by Kashiana

I am a management professional by job classification and a work practitioner by personal preference. One poetry collection - Shelling Peanuts and Stringing Words and a chapbook, Crushed Anthills. Always gathering poems, and letting them marinate and change shape and form.

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