The Pawnbroker's Reward Poem by Dan Reynolds

The Pawnbroker's Reward



<B>
She traced the salty track across her cheek
in search of any source that she may stem.
Her quest revealing nothing so unique
as did the secret hidden in that gem.

To laymen this may be an amethyst,
of no great value in the broadest sense.
A trifling trinket tied around her wrist
Reminder of a secret so immense.

A secret sworn between two sisters who
had shared the same placenta in the womb.
Who on that horrid night, were forced into
deciding who were destined for their tomb.

This bracelet from their kidnappers who fled,
but left their parents and their brother, dead.</B>

Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bri Edwards 27 July 2016

my goodness, this BEGS for a Poet's Notes offering. but even without it, i liked it. my imagination fills in the blanks in the story. :) But i'm having trouble tying the title to the story. : ( my imagination fails me here. a suggestion: Who on that horrid night, were forced into decide which ones were destined for their tomb. how about to rather than into, OR use into deciding? i almost always use aabb rhyming. i've tried some abab, but it doesn't sound as good to me. but you've done a commendable job with what you chose. sometimes i throw in an abab stanza or two in a poem which is otherwise aabb. i like the change to two lines in last stanza. enough is enough! bri ;)

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Dan Reynolds 28 July 2016

Yeah, that to into bugs me too. I'll swap the decide for deciding and drop the ones

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