His Box of Heart

He brought them down
when no one’s around,
sealed in his holy box of heart.
Each jewel inside:
girlfriend, lover, bride.
All gone, they all depart.

His first a ruby red tear,
so young, so dear.
He held her a bit too tight.
A red rose in bloom,
she lit his gloom,
until their final night.

His second: sweet sapphire,
her love took him higher
until that fateful fall.
Their love was lost
and at what a cost!
One love to bury them all.

His third a green jade,
with her he made
a monument to his art.
She stayed so still,
stopped voice so shrill,
it was his least favourite part.

His fourth an aquamarine,
they lay together unseen,
in his hidden hidey hole.
Down by the seaside,
she stayed a while longer inside,
her smile still stains his soul.

His fifth a bloodstone,
they met there alone,
it was love at first glance.
A dark dance, a dare,
and his killer stare.
She never stood a chance.

That is all to date
but it’s never too late,
he’s ready to love some more!
He walks through the rain
looking for love again
and some stone to keep the score…

Copyright © 2015 Philip Craddock. All rights reserved.

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5 thoughts on “His Box of Heart

  1. So…I watched a romantic comedy on Netflix followed by an episode of Dexter and this happened. Mixed together romantic imagery and much darker imagery. You can either interpret it as a man reminiscing about his lost loves…or something much more sinister. Up to you. I’ve intentionally added tags that point to both versions of the story, so please don’t let one specific tag sway you. Please decide based on your interpretation of the poem itself instead.

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  2. Beautiful gems he had in his box of heart. I will take it as a person who never fears to fall in love and that is a very big thing.
    Don’t you think that it should be ‘but it’s never too late’ instead of ‘but it’s never to late’ in the second line of the last stanza or maybe you’ve written it by your own means.
    It was like a long story written into a short and awesome

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    1. Pleased you like it Architarai. 🙂 Yep, good catch with the to/too. Thanks.

      I intentionally tried to write this one leaving it open to interpretation. So I was kind of trying to squeeze two long stories into this one poem: one dark, one light. Those who prefer the darkness and crime fiction can weave this poem to match that vision. Those who prefer the light and romance can interpret it as a much nicer piece instead. Good to know that the lighter interpretation wasn’t lost to you. 🙂

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