For many years it was lost
But the thing that it was meant to represent
Went from strength to strength.
They used to see it in the window of the shop,
And she would check his pocket
For a sixpence, to put into the pot.
She thought he didn’t know that it was lost,
Told him it was safe inside its box,
She hunted high and low until eventually she stopped.
Although, she never quite gave up
On finding it.
Then one day, above a cupboard, behind a shelf
It was discovered.
But by then it didn’t matter
For their lives were joined
By all the years in between,
Two paths so tangled
That it was impossible to separate them,
And the thing was stronger than ever.
And whilst they could be, at times,
Impatient with one another on the surface,
There was always tenderness
And a softness underneath
That could never now be broken,
And had invaded every space,
Even the silence.
So that when it was discovered
The thing that it represented
Was reminded of a sparkling promise
That time alone had uncovered,
And the years fell away.
Comments
Stan | June 20, 2012 - 11:49
Another gem, Katie. It doesn't matter what it is... it's what it represents. And the fact that they each had a secret - she thought he didn't know, but he did and never said. Excellent.
Just one small typo: save/gave.
Katie1975 | June 20, 2012 - 12:31
Thank you, glad you liked it.
Thanks for spotting the mistake too.
blighters rock | June 20, 2012 - 13:03
A marriage licence? If so, this just goes to show how vows are about actions and not words.
Very visual, even in its tidy composition, and evocative too.
Marriage and God are having a tetchy time of it in the maelstrom of modern-day dilemma, but this poem bursts with the joys of love and faith.
harveyjones35 | June 20, 2012 - 16:42
I would like to be convinced that this is a poem...
seashore | June 20, 2012 - 17:31
Is `sparkling' the clue I wonder? You don't have to answer this - in a way I quite like not knowing..
Stan | June 20, 2012 - 20:04
I'm convinced it's a poem, anyway.
Katie1975 | June 21, 2012 - 08:22
I guess in the conventional sense you could argue it doesn't fit the rules however poetry takes many forms and language and writing are always evolving. It is an arrangement of words with meaning and to my mind that is what poerty is. Like evrything it is open to interpretation and that is what I love about writing and reading. You don't have to know what the person writing it meant because you add your own spin on it and it changes depending on the reader and their experiences.
All I can say is I enjoyed writing it.
Rigel | June 21, 2012 - 11:47
I enjoyed this very much.
Rigel
Stan | June 21, 2012 - 12:41
I wouldn't worry about it, Katie. It's a very fine poem indeed. I defy anyone to say otherwise!
Mark Heathcote | June 22, 2012 - 16:18
To my mind the object is an eternity ring and your write gives ample clues. Well done on getting a cherry it’s a very good read.