A Brooch Poem by Julia Klimenova
A Brooch
My grandma had a dark blue brooch.
It was just glass, few pennies' worth.
Held to the light, it flashed, as bright
As all the diamonds on earth.
My 'treasure chest' full to the brim
Had all the wonders of the world,
The magic brooch there reigned supreme,
Though no one heard the tales it told.
Its every facet was to me
An invitation to the ball,
Where ladies dance in evening gowns
And shadows flutter on the wall.
My grandma said, 'One day I'll go
Then you'll have all my jewels, dear.'
She sounded proud, as if proclaimed
Me heiress to the throne. No fear
Of death, self-pity or complaint.
She knew and waited for her day.
The dark blue brooch was all I kept
When she did pass away.
How beautifully, wonderfully real. In my mind's eye, I see the blue, and through that, I see your grandmother and your love for her. This is a wonderful work.
This is a beautiful poem. Well done! It's one of those poems that you read and think 'I wish I had written this poem myself' and I don't think anyone can give higher praise than that.
Julia, I love your grandmother as well. The lead-up to her tribute is as skilfull and enchanting as the climax is forceful and moving. And on the basis of this poem, Julia, from now I feel it only proper that I should address you the way I did the last time we spoke (I think) : Jewel. Take my warmest, jewel of hearts. Gina.
What a wonderful poem about your Grandma's magical brooch it is! The very structure of this poem is magical as well, and the content of it holds us breathless to savour the mystery of a brooch in a poet's sensibility. Thanks a lot for sharing this piece of magical art with us.
Yes.a brooch is useful and beautiful I know...but still more amazeful and artful when there is a loving person in it...adorable poem
Lovely read with a touch of poignancy.
Visiting some old favourites today, Julia. Had forgotten the beauty in this one. Eyes all a-glistening... Give me a call next time you're on-site. Warmest wishes, Gina.
Your poem destroys delightfully the current myth that 'value' is all about financial worth. The value of the brooch you describe so eloquently, is its radiance when you played with it as a child, and it's fond connection with your grandmother - something that your poem has captured for ever. Beautiful work. Warmly, Alison
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I will wager what little I have, all of it, that when that brooch is held to the light, sunshine and moonshine and star light dance in it and from it, as brightly as ever, more brightly than ever.