Monday, 11 July 2022

Treasure (Part 1)

Treasure (Part 1)

 

Some truth lies buried, lost and found

crust plunged several inches and some feet,

with sufficient sham mapped trap streets

and false scents to throw your hounds.

 

His heart in pact is a risk clenched fist

that wants it all and pinches flesh and twists

and its pleasure is only to give him pleasure

in opening chests of hush-hush treasure,

 

masked, they say, with gay abandon,

dissimulation of plain sight, smoky clarity,

through two way mirrors, placed at random

to obscure detection with slight dexterity.

 

And he left it there without much remorse,

where, if any had sense, could easily source

secrets, but for now it bides safe and sound,

deep in soft sweet casket, small and round.

 

On Fridays, the faithful go to the mosque

while he opens the strongbox and is lost

once more, slipping the yielding clasps

between sweaty finger and thumb, grasps

 

that which runs golden like melting butter

unchaining, palming links into spiralling pools,

see his beating avaricious heart’s all aflutter

whilst forbidden lustres these darkest jewels.

 

Oh, but never think he sleeps easy at nights,

knowing all to be lost and he cannot take flight

within dreams fighting dreams, to uncover

a day this plundered treasure is discovered.



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