VII: Silver Gifts (Librarian II)#
Of silver gifts that might inspire
What burns in me in red,
The perfect one I sought through mire
To say the words unsaid.
A coin from mint, with shine and glint,
Will catch the eye like you.
But pockets empty money spent
While you in time accrue.
A spoon or fork, a candlestick,
Much closer still to life,
These things, like you, are what we pick
In times of joy or strife.
A ring is fine, but circles lack
Geometry divine.
What shapes are made to trace and track
What forms around you twine?
Of silver gifts but one remains:
A mirror held to face.
For only there in glass contains
What sets my heart apace.
April 2025
Date |
Publication |
Status |
|---|---|---|
April 27, 2025 |
Writer’s Digest Competition |
Pending |