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The Treasure Box

I'm five kinds of terrified to share this, but here we are.

My response to the June prompt, "Kindness".

A brief moment of self-promotion: you can find more of my work on the Amino: Communities and Chats app under the pen name of GeekyDreams or on DeviantART as SweetOphelia4231616.

(Both places contain, among other things, an attempt at responding to the May prompt that I didn't have the courage to submit to Rachel in the end.)


I went to the attic to listen
To the silent secret stories
That old things will whisper
To those who can speak
The sacred, breathless tongue
Of bittersweet memories.

A fancy dress frozen in time,
Once the height of fashion, now
A feast for hungry moths,
Its faded fibers filled
With the fleeting impression
Of a first kiss.

A music box tainted with tarnish,
Tinkling out of tune
As a tiny girl in a tulle skirt
Twirls and twists and turns
To the gentle timbre
Of a clockwork orchestra.

A globe of a world long gone by,
My fingers tracing travels
As it spins round and round
On its old rusty axis
Across incorrect borders
Rewritten by history.

And there in the corner,
Half-hidden, forgotten,
A treasure box without a lock,
And inside, as if lying in wait,
The humblest, most modest of finds,
And yet the most precious of all:

Someone else's shoes
In which to walk a mile,
Scuffed and patched and frayed
With a thousand labored footsteps,
While mine were spanking new
And polished to a shine.

I took the box downstairs
So kindness won't become
An old discarded thing,
A ghost of days long past,
Ill-suited to our modern age
And left to collect dust,

Like a wilted daisy chain
Left over from last spring,
A telephone token
In the age of touch screens,
Or a bright red yo-yo
With a broken string.


I find kindness hard to come by these days. This is my attempt to express that in today's society, kindness and empathy sometimes feel like old, vintage things about to be shelved, relics from another time.

My native language is Italian and poetry is not my primary means of expression, so in the spirit of this month's theme, a bit of kindness is all I ask for. Don't tear me to shreds.

You did it! I'm no poet or much of a poetry reader, but I like it.

I was just talking to someone yesterday, about how important(and often hard) it is to see things from other peoples perspectives, I really like that's "the most precious of all"... also the globe stanza(?part) I really like!

Well done! I think you needn't worry too much about English not being your native language, I think the poem is in perfectly correct English... Though I'm Dutch so, haha

Quote from HighKickHarry on June 16, 2020, 12:30 pm

You did it! I'm no poet or much of a poetry reader, but I like it.

I was just talking to someone yesterday, about how important(and often hard) it is to see things from other peoples perspectives, I really like that's "the most precious of all"... also the globe stanza(?part) I really like!

Well done! I think you needn't worry too much about English not being your native language, I think the poem is in perfectly correct English... Though I'm Dutch so, haha

Oh my God, thanks! I thought I was mostly over my fear of sharing my work after posting a few pieces elsewhere, but I guess posting my first poem in a new place made my anxiety kick in all over again.

You know when you do want feedback, but at the same time, your heart skips a beat when you get it? That's me right now.

I get ya! Like seeing you got a reply, anxious to even only look at it, expecting the worst...

I only recently started to correct that kind of thought, it's much less stressful/more healthy to not care too much about what other people think...

Good luck and can't wait to see your interpretation for next month's theme 🙂

I love this poem so much. The alliteration, the way it flows, the imagery. I am floored by your talent, even more so if English is not your first language!

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