Monday, 5 March 2018

5th March 2018

shelf, 2018
melting snow
the crocuses seem relieved
damp postman

© Rachel Green 2018

The locket you gave me
with a photograph of you
on your wedding day
eyes shining with happiness
sepia tokens of love.
I hung it on the bedpost
to remind me of what I once had
every night
wishing you a happy life.
Depression took me away;
repossession took you.
Are you held in grace
by another stranger now?
or languishing in the back room
of a silversmith or smelter's?
Or are you landfill
along with my other loves
and the memories of my dogs?

© Rachel Green 2018

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