Rings and Bangles

She tried to rest
her hands on her lap,
but it was a struggle
to keep them still.

A piece of tissue
formed the focus for
her fingertips,
twisting, rolling,
manipulating
as she talked about
her fears.

I was fascinated
by the many rings she wore
and the array of bangles
that jangled on her
left arm.

[Her right arm
had a tattoo of a
butterfly.
These details
are important.]

What story
did her jewellery
tell the world?

The things that
attract our attention,
with their shininess
and tinkling,
are also a form of trickery,
psychological legerdemain
to which we all
are prey.

What did  I
miss today?

{

Poet’s Note – the penultimate contribution to National Poetry Writing Month.}

 

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