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
Kashiana 