Let me scribe, let me be little
Circle of a plastic shimmer,
With a chance, unfairly even,
To compete for place on skirt
(Taking space of absent pearl
That has stayed on coast, hidden

On a loose barkhan of sand).
Breaching elegance of sight
In predictable designs,
A pailette of naive glance
Lets a shine of Sun in dance,
For eclecticism enhanced,

Like handwritten verse of star.
Spangles flirt and tease the knowing,
In the chants, resolve ongoing
Doubts with a simple wink
Of a draped old-fashioned rim,
While the styles scream as larks.

December 2023