Lost Treasure - a poem on Lost treasure

this was written on the 25th April 2014 on the subject of "Lost treasure". as you can see I have been very uncreative with the title but I decided to go for a more light hearted approach and I enjoyed writing something with a comic edge.

Lost Treasure

 

The candle burns.

Each drop of wax a penny

Up in smoke.

Windows sealed tight,

Curtains drawn against the light

Of the frigid winter moon.

And in the gloom I sit,

Bedecked in flannel fleece and wool,

Breath flecked with crystal cold

And the scold of acid slowly gnawing,

Drawing a picture of feasts unhad.

 

 I sit.

But like the princes with her pea

I squirm and wriggle

As something niggles

Underneath of me.

 

A pound!

The round and smooth salvation.

Water in the dunes.

Shelter in the storm.

 

A pound!

I stand,

I pace

And race my mind

With thoughts of cakes and sweets and pies,

And medium fried,

With fizzy drinks besides.

 

A pound!

An hours’ heat,

A royal treat,

To warm my heart and hands and feet.

An hours’ light,

The pure delight

Of dragons, swords and sages.

Just a few pages,

A chapter maybe

In a world that’s far from here.

 

I shed my shroud

And laugh out loud.

The joy within my veins.

With cold I shiver

But inside I quiver

For ink and sugar coated dreams.

 

A pound!

 

I had it here.

I had it just a moment ago.

I would know,

I would have heard

If I had dropped it.

A storm of blankets, cushions and hopes

Swirl like snow.

Where did it go?

Where did it go?

I had it just a moment ago.

 

I had a pound.

With despair beyond measure,

In a soul bereft of pleasure

I admit defeat.

I resign myself to the bittersweet memory,

The ghost of my lost treasure.