Monday, 11 April 2016

Sweet Heart

He’d seen it glint earlier
when a shaft of light hit
the open box.
He kept watch till they left.
Back now, still watchful.
Turn his head this way,
then that. 
No cats.
No humans.
Upturned the box 
and seized his prize
glinting gold among the dull
browns and creams.
Carried it off.
Then carried it home,
a home now fit for his new lover,
his sweet heart.
But he didn’t unwrap it.
Didn’t discover the greater prize
lying under the surface glitter.
Didn’t find the jewel 
of sweetness in the centre.
Soon life dulled the surface glitter,
screwed it up.
And  the sweet heart 
melted in the warmth,
Melted into sticky goo.
Melted away as
sweet hearts do.

In Quail Bell - Unreal  http://www.quailbellmagazine.com/the-unreal/poem-sweet-heart


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