Twisted Threads

Carefully twisted

threads between

blistered fingers,

hands quivering

from the cold,

the shivering.

Mementos, strings,

hand-looms bring

back the things

attached to each

feeling, each sting.

Pull the lace,

tighten and place

the locket, silver,

weld it closed.

What’s inside?

No one knows.

Secrets, molten,

melted,

each

infernally

glows.


© CGT, 2018.

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Obol is a poet and an infrequent writer of prose.

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