A Pocket Watch

A Pocket Watch

A Poem by Martina

A poem about, you guessed it, a pocket watch.


I remember pocket watches

Novelties, prized possessions

Of shimmering metal, silver and gold

The slow tick tock of time passing, age wearing on

The delicacy and intricacy of the inner workings 

Of cogs and bolts and screws

I remember pure white gloved hands, 

Reaching for a pocket watch

And neatly trimmed waistcoats with top hats upon heads

And a sweet delicate arm of a lady

Laced between a man's

Then there were watches upon wrists

And pocket watches bid farewell

However I remember pocket watches

A novelty of classy silver and gold.

© 2013 Martina

Author's Note

Hi, haven't written anything for a while. But the line "I remember pocket watches" flashed through my head and this is what transpired from it. Something very short and random although I felt like I could have added more... Thanks for reading.

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Added on March 16, 2013
Last Updated on April 27, 2013
Tags: poem, pocket watch, poetry, 17th century



Brisbane, Australia, Australia

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