The Thief - Poem by Maureen Pickford
Our excited jabber
Floated off through the open window.
Words trapped in a cartoon speech bubble,
That hot summer's day,
All those years ago.
Slap her, slap her.
We came to trading blows.
Over a bracelet, little trinket
With tinkling bells. Just gilt frippery,
Given by a boy.
And she liked him too.
Ten and eight years old.
Her envy wrenched it from my wrist. Then thrown
Outside it fell, glinting in the sun...until
Snatched by a magpie,
Justice was well done!
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