Anklet

In suit and tie I ambled home,

the humbled office worker,

tired to his wife, but on a whim

I dropped into a shop that

smelled of sandalwood,

and took home an anklet with

tiny bells, and some magic,

for even after all our years

she put it on that night

and made music in my ears.

 

(Julian O’Dea)

 

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3 responses to this post.

  1. Forbidden jewelry growing up: Anklets, toe rings, chokers, cuffs, hoop earrings. My father was adamant upon these rules.

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  2. “Tired to his wife”. You and your puns.

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