Serena Malcolm

My memory is forged from steel,
An impenetrable shield,
A fortified chamber of grey,
And in it you lay,
Hidden away,
No-one but me has the key,
And in my memory,
Safe and strong,
is where you belong,
It’s where you’ll stay,
Come fire, come thief,
And come what may,
None can steal you away,
Ever whole and
preciously preserved,
Where I can protect you
as you deserve,
Without you
my memory has no use,
Just a barren hollow
of cold and profuse sorrow,
A petty lifeless place,
A cavernous misuse
of guarded space,
Keeping you in my memory
reminds me what it’s for,
And for that very cause,
I’ll keep you stored there
ever more.

This poem was written for NaPoWriMo. Today’s challenge was to choose a tangible object and replace it was something intangible to create a kind of metaphor. I chose ‘a safe’ and replaced it with ‘memory’.