Case of Gold
by June Labyzon
You lured me from the golden case
held me in your hands just so,
removed the cork from the glass vial
and I began to flow.
You sipped, and drank then gluped
and slurped, till you did thirst no more.
With careless glee you put me down,
and fled right through the door.
The key that locked that case of gold,
was still in your left hand.
The cork you kicked aside with force
into a pile of sand.
Still, I flowed, left on my side
a heated bubbling brook.
Now wonder I whose face you wore,
the lover or the crook.
Posted on 02/13/2014
Copyright © 2021 June Labyzon
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/13/14 at 11:19 PM|
I like the allegory you use to express the story, June. And the dilemma presented in the closing two lines. Brilliant...5 Gold ***** in my book.
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 02/17/14 at 01:36 PM|
wonder no more, she, who is left on her side to flow until the end of time, as the answer in no likely to be one or the other but both. One always senses all the while that one is in love that there is some semblance of thieving going on of things all too irreplaceable. You have writ a lovely poem, June.