Locket

She wore it like a locket

Suspended 'round the neck

Held fast upon her body

By a chain, close to the chest

One day she tried to lose it

Just take it off and leave

Adorn herself with something else

Forget about this piece

But when she thought she'd run away

Just far enough she tripped

And there it was, as plain as day

It caught her by the wrist

As if time lost it's rhythm

Whilst she tumbled to the ground

The shiny little locket

Made a tiny clinking sound

And in that moment opened

It's silver heart exposed

The secrets held within spilled forth

In perfect rhyming prose

Reviews

[Jibey]

A charming ballad of the heart's progress and the need to spill.

Btw it's = it is. You meant its

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A lovely write, 'elle...

We all have moments in life where we want to escape, be it from the present or the spectre of the past, however no matter how hard we try our troubles and memories remain chained to us. We can either stand our ground, grit our teeth and battle our demons or else try to outrun them and risk tripping up in the process. And as you concluded the poem, sometimes just releasing thoughts and memories, feelings and words on the page can help us a little. Saves us running and falling at any moment.

This was a very swiftly flowing, well constructed poem. Very well thought out and executed. Well Done.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Some things do hold more sentimental importance within them than the material value. The secrets, the memories just itching to burst given we try to let go of them...
Lovely story told and I like the way you wrote. Simple and beautiful :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

trying to run away from feelings...hardly ever works...if we don't face them, they will eventually trip us and the fall will be hard.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

I like this. It reminds me of a silver chain and charm I gave my old mum three years ago. She is in a nursing home. I've been told she never has taken it off. That is her link to me. Your lovely poem took me on a journey, a journey to her also.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful poem shared dear Elle. Small items gain value and we need them. I wear a crystal give to me in 1991. Never leave my neck. I liked the ending. Left the reader with something to think about. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote