he kept a hair ribbon
with a black velvet bow,
still fresh and dustless....
in a del monte pickle jar.
the only thing unbroken
after the emergency.
one morning -he smelt
the coffee brewing
in a blackened can,
locusts roasted
on a scrap of
corrugated roofing.
she was frying
what looked like bacon
in a hubcap.
he tried to sing
over the rainbow,
but just didn't have
the range. what he had,
was a ribbon in a jar
still twitching.
Mark - what are you thinking - a ribbon still twitching - is the ribbon a metaphor for a body part? Or?
ReplyDeleteLoved it except for the last line - J.
it's a metaphor for the love they once had, which is now challenged by their circumstances. which is why he keeps it in a jar. it's still alive but threatened.
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