Monday, April 18, 2011

Keepsake


Oh
Where can I hide my heart
Those hot and secret feelings?

In a forest of well-loved trees?
In a book of scrawled-upon leaves?
In an abandoned tin in the biscuit cupboard
Where the golden light
Won’t escape the on-tight lid?

So
Maybe I won’t hide it
Wear it on my sleeve
In the time-honoured
Or attach it to my hat
With an ostentatious silver pin

No
I’ll keep it in the kitchen drawer
With the out-of-date seeds, the too-short pieces of string
And the plastic bit of something that may be important one day

Yes, I’ll keep it there
Next to yours

4 comments:

wastedpapiers said...

Very nice. We keep ours in the bread bin next to the crumpets.

Anoopa Anand said...

This is absolutely lovely. I don't keep mine anywhere yet, but I'll remember this poem when I find a place. You make me happy.

Roger Stevens said...

Michael: The crumpets you say? Wahoooo nudge nudge.

Anoopa: Thank you. Good to hear from you again.

Jilly Jargon said...

Thank you darling. x