Thursday, 5 June 2014

Pearls, beads, and wisdom

My final farewell is watching
the work of a known artisan -
the beads threaded on a string,
the silk knotted after each one.

I dither over a pendant - 
it seems somewhat expensive
ultramarine with dark accents
left matte by the gem-smiths.

He sees me drop the item,
“Madame, don’t look so upset,
there is always a next time
for reworking stones and budgets.”

I pay for what I’ve purchased
and quietly leave the old shop;
For me there will be no next,
no rewrites, the time is up.


  1. Is the time really up? Shall there be no rewrites?

    1. Nope, no rewrites possible on this budget at least :)

  2. Intriguing Nila. I liked the details in this poem. Intricately weaved. :-)