Suddenly, all of those things
as if you’d been some fading princess,
giving them life. They’d glowed,
under your glances, your touches,
shimmered with memories.
Without you, all those stories
detached themselves, drifted,
and their anchors – bone china,
knick-knacks, Indian brass,
the Wedgewood plaque –
were dulled. Wrapped and packaged.
Sarah Russell is hosting at dVerse. She set up bar last night, asking us to write a poem full of an unnamed emotion.