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TWELVE DOLLARS, UNLESS PRICED DIFFERENTLY

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TWELVE DOLLARS, UNLESS PRICED DIFFERENTLY

Pure femininity glitters in a display  
at the antique shop, faux and filigreed,
yet I’m entranced by each piece 

of vintage confectionary, whimsical 
crystal and lucite creations. Brooches 
pin me down, shamelessly, with their 

gilded swirls of former attachments. 
A peacock preens one imperial feather,  
bluish green, observed by a silver turtle

who winks its onyx eye. When the cameo  
makes an appearance, somewhat shyly,
it seems to startle an out-leagued poodle

which still bark-les ever so becomingly. 
Two butterflies compete for my appraisal, 
shimmering in the low showcase, beside

a porcelain rose that clings to yellowed
lace. Under glass, the fanciful speak of 
mad money, slipper chairs, suffragettes. 

One unruffled owl refuses to tell who-who
wore the wreath of faded forget-me-nots or
the enamel heart a new beau once bought.

I look closer, almost count the tears, the
fine patina of women’s riddled years and
the remnants of love held by adornments. 

Oh, I wish I could unclasp each sentiment, 
free breastplate ornaments, now forlorn, 
for all badges of honor should be worn.  




*This was inspired by Francine Robert's Whimsical contest and I dedicate this poem to her. For you, toots. Thinking of you.

PS- I went adjective crazy. LOL. Ah, well. It felt sooooo good! Like bonbons!

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  1. Date: 5/21/2013 12:06:00 PM
    Aha! You went adjective crazy with this poem, and likened it to bonbons(splurging on bonbons?). This is a lovely dedication for Francine. Actually, I have to be up-front about why I enjoy the theme. I love cameos. Yes, it is true. And guess who enjoys it that I love cameos and other 'girly' items to be found in antique and thrift stores...............my daughter! Ha ha!

  1. Date: 5/21/2013 12:00:00 PM
    Cyndi, I read your "Irony of Bangladesh" blog. If it helps you feel better, I, who have family members who married people from India, tricked myself into thinking that Bangladesh was still part of India when I read your other blog. I didn't even catch it lol. Yup. Pakistan seems more obvious to me(Independence in 1949?).

  1. Date: 4/13/2013 8:11:00 AM
    Adjective crazy? I love it....And this pure delight of a poem. "Brooches pin me down" knocked my socks off. That saddest of all is the sepia picture framed how long ago? Oh I want to remove her from the frame and say "now I remember you even if everyone else is gone." Your title is superfragilisticexpialidocious love, Kathy