Pearls
Off to dreamland in Grandmother's pearls*.
Toss.
Turn.
Shift cat.
Toss.
Turn.
Shift cat again.
Toss.
Turn.
Belly, back, side, other side.
Cat leaves with utter disdain.
Belly, side, back, belly again...
Morning comes
As a lake of pearls
Rolling along the waves and folds
Of these horrid pink sheets.
Dribbled across the rug
Up and down the hall.
Sprinkled on the bathroom tile
Like confetti.
*Thank heavens they're not real pearls.
Oh, no. It took me a while to see where you were going with this... dear me. Are you heartbroken because they were your granny's?
ReplyDeleteI was certainly distressed--especially as first when I woke up on a puddle of them--but as it happened only only one strand snapped (it was a three-strand necklace) so it is still wearable, albeit more sparse.
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