Poem -

THE GIFT

It came in shiny wrappings
Embellished with tiny stars
And silver half moons
A perfectly formed
Red bow
And the card...
Creamy white card
Proclaiming such sentiments
As to make my soul soar with wonder
It was glorious 
Just
To look at it....
Drink in the sight of it
Unopened
Beautiful
Steeped in the promise
Of something wonderful
The delicious thrill
Of a new thing
A secret thing 
Existing only for me
​​​​​​Beckoning me
Whispering to me of hidden treasure
Oh...the suspense.....
I opened it slowly
So slowly
With such care
With such love
Savouring the feel of it
The scent of it
Enthralled with anticipation
As the contents
Revealed themselves
A little more
With each moment
Begging to be discovered
To be held
To be cherished
To be loved
And finally....
The box
Laid there before me
In all its naked perfection
A perfect purple
Enticing me to touch the soft velvet
Turn the golden key
And reveal
The heart of it
So I did
But there was nothing there
Nothing of value
Empty
So I got rid of him.
Marion Price (2019)

 

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A Lonely Journey

Marion, 
I think one of the cool things about this site is that you can learn from really great writers, and I learn from you, because you're one of them(unfortunately it doesn't cross over to my poetry), but I really like the way you create suspense in this one, and make things so vivid, and beautiful, like 'the creamy, white card.' Great! And liked the twist at the end. (So, my gifts of pieces of felt, may not be a good thing, huh?). Hmmm...lol. 
Nice write, you're very good. 

Matthew. 

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Marion

I'm not a great writer Mathew, sometimes I get it right and sometimes I write utter rubbish and writhe in embarrassment because it's...OUT THERE...lol. It is a great site with great people and we all learn from each other and YOU ARE AN EXCELLENT POET!!!! So full of heart and soul and love, it all comes across in your work. We are our own worst critics, that's a very true saying. Thankyou, my friend ?

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Marion

I'm not a great writer Mathew, sometimes I get it right and sometimes I write utter rubbish ....and then writhe in embarrassment knowing its....OUT THERE...lol. It is a great site with great people and we all learn from each other and YOU ARE AN EXCELLENT POET!!! So full of heart and soul and love, it all comes across in your work, we are our own worst critics, that's a very true saying. Thankyou, my friend ?

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A Lonely Journey

Marion, 
I can't imagine you writing rubbish(unless it's a beautiful poem about garbage day), but thank you. I'm not very good at poetry, but I am good at gargling, mulling about, and consuming cheese doodles in a laboratory setting(they do experiments on me to see the effects of salty treats on people with funny hair). 
Thanks for being so encouraging! 

Matthew. 

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Marion

Lol Mathew, reread your comment, that tells you all you need to know about yourself, humble, sweet, funny, kind and generous. You produce work as lovely as you are...keep writing ???

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A Lonely Journey

Ooooo, thank you Marion! I could endow you with the same compliments...but I may be arrested for plaguerism, so I'll just say you're generous, kind, funny, and sweet. ; ) 

Thanks for always being so nice! 

Matthew. 

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