October is a forgotten pendant,
the kind you find in junk-shop trinket boxes,
a diamond sleeping with the rhinestones,
the gold pretending to be brass,
an out of fashion gem.
But, inside it hides a lock of hair
left as memory of times less grey.
October is the locket left behind.Magaly want’s us to describe October in new terms at toads. Also she want us to keep it short. I will also link up to Poetry United tomorrow morning.
October 15, 2016