Poemlet Tuesday: Bauble

 
 
It is a funny thing:

Something so small holds

space, but gold and filigreed,

space hung on a chain,

cold delicate and feminine.

It carries faces beloved.

It holds remembrances

that are now dead

and in such a way,

it is haunted.
 
 

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