PEWTER HEART

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Lost:

One small metallic

Treasure, laying untouched in blades of grass.

 

Heart-shaped,

Pewter-made,

Chain connected to its form.

 

A love 

Freely given,

Refused in disgust.

 

Never kept,

Never worn,

Tossed into the tall green grass

 

Like a shiny hunk of trash,

Grown cold,

Left to rust.

 

Found:

By landbound and airborne

Insects and they, too, gave it a pass.

 

A love

That could've been, unwanted,

Discarded pewter heart.

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W: 2.11.24

[ Inspired by a colour photograph in the 'zine Drift by Nona Lea. ]