Earrings for a Night

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She had to buy them.
There was something about the silver curve and the stone,
The slight medieval shape of the wire
Unfurling like a vine…
An incense eddy…
A disguised musical note,
That appealed to her.
The small polished quartz insert,
Handcrafted and flawed,
Tugged at her heart.

She wore them when they met.
They talked. They laughed. They loved.
He left.
He is gone.

She can’t take them off.

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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17 Responses to Earrings for a Night

  1. makagutu says:

    oh my, why do you break my heart that way!
    ladies and earrings, you always buy them and that time there are more than 100 pairs you can’t remember when it was last worn 🙂


  2. You have a unique ability to make everything hurt so beautifully.
    Ah, pardon, je fais normalement les commentaires en Francais!
    Tant pis, tu lis bien Anglais, je suis sur, je suis sur, je suis certain.


    • emmylgant says:

      Thank you AnElephant you are always generous in your praises. Et oui, je lis l’anglais couramment, tout comme toi; cependant parfois je comprends les mots mais le sens se cache quand meme. Remarque, cela m’arrive en francais aussi! 🙂


  3. john zande says:

    An incense eddy…

    There you go again, making my mind jump in joy!


  4. They are lovely. As is the verse.
    And, somehow, the sorrow.


  5. PapaBear says:

    Enchanted earrings…, can’t take them off. He must have been a magician. Don’t want to mess with magicians, Em ! Enjoyed the poem.


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