Treasure Box
Idle Verse: A Poetry Feature
Treasure Box
Abandoned rings and glittering things,
Beads of ash and smoke and memory,
Never worn chains, never disdained,
Kept safe within this sacred treasury.
Grandmother's mock gold and secrets told,
A single lace glove, the other long lost.
A watch seeped in lore, which ticks no more,
A rosary of wood and frost.
Enamel brough…
