Silver

lacy willows

They

all say

she was born

with a silver

spoon in her mouth,

and she swallowed it

until the lining leached

limp, a tarnished paste coating

her tongue with bitter mercury.

She dwindled, feeling nickel-

plated, tarnished deep beyond

redemption; should she

choose sterling strength

as treasure,

she’ll birth

gold.

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10 comments on “Silver

  1. Sharmishtha says:

    it really happens sometimes!

  2. Gallivanta says:

    Gosh, that’s a morality tale!

  3. Eric says:

    It takes a single ray
    to melt most things
    which bow our
    branches low,
    though scarlet red,
    when friends have fled,
    those sorrowed
    sins we sow.

  4. Melody…excellent. Love the use of shape to enhance.

  5. Heidi Viars says:

    That’s a strong poem … and lady

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