I Remember When You Gave Me This Bracelet
Funny, I can’t recall
presents others gave.
I suppose they must have —
for birthdays, Christmas,
the usual occasions.
I do remember
presents from you —
for no special reason, except
you loved me and wanted
to give me gifts,
romantic tokens:
husband and also lover,
though we were aged.
It was about this time of year.
We drove up the hill
to a park overlooking
the tropical ocean.
In an art-and-craft gallery
beside the restaurant,
you found this bracelet;
said it must be mine.
Mainly purple; glowing
with threads and coils
of other, swirly colours —
like rainbows,
or something magical
(weed or shell or scale)
from out of the sea.
I’ve never seen
another like it.
As I move, it gleams,
catching the light.
For Day 7 of April 2020 at 'imaginary garden with real toads',
we're asked to write a poem about a bracelet.
For Day 7 of April 2020 at 'imaginary garden with real toads',
we're asked to write a poem about a bracelet.
This is a gift rich in memories and special meaning.
ReplyDeleteThis is a lovely bracelet. You were blessed with this beautiful relationship you had with your husband.
ReplyDeleteI was indeed!
DeleteA stunning bracelet, Rosemary!💘 I like the quiet reflection in this poem and the vivid intricate details especially; "Mainly purple; glowing with threads and coils of other, swirly colours —like rainbows." There are some memories which we hold dear and never forget.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful description of a meaningful gift. Sometimes the gift's surroundings make the receiving all the more special....that drive up the hill....and I love these words "You found this bracelet; said it must be mine." That is the essence of the love of this one gift. I'm smiling....lovely.
ReplyDeleteSo true, Rosemary. That is the way Mrs. Jim got her engagement ring, in a restaurant, now out of business but after 47 years our union still survives. I like the picture find, was it yours and the object of your poem? I am hoping, it is very pretty.
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Oh yes, that is my photo of the bracelet on my wrist, snapped just to go with this poem.
DeleteWhat a beautiful gift and beautiful expression of the one who gave it to you.
ReplyDeleteGifts from someone you love are always precious.
ReplyDeleteI haven’t worn jewellery since I returned from my daughter's almost a month ago. Reading your poem has given me the idea to look at the few items I have, none of them worth anything, but all rich with memories, especially when they are all that’s left of a loved one. I love how you describe the bracelet, Rosemary, ‘glowing with threads and coils… or something magical (weed or shell or scale) from out of the sea’. It's like glass from the island of Murano in Italy.
ReplyDeleteSo it is! But not glass. Some kind of resin, I think.
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