Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #145
A Gold Coin
by Belinda Roddie
A gold coin tumbled from my fingers as
I slipped, knees-first, onto the pavement, my
hair askew, my throat dry, my eyes like glass -
polished but red. I worried that I'd die
before I made it back with my small prize,
enough to feed my family for days,
almost a week. I thought about the size
of the bread loaf I could purchase, the glaze
of a large ham, the smell of pickled eggs -
brine, salt, and honey tickling at my nose.
Still weak with hunger, I forced my thin legs
to push me upward, and, struggling, I rose
to face the harsh wind. Stifling every groan,
I staggered on and aimed my heart for home.
by Belinda Roddie
A gold coin tumbled from my fingers as
I slipped, knees-first, onto the pavement, my
hair askew, my throat dry, my eyes like glass -
polished but red. I worried that I'd die
before I made it back with my small prize,
enough to feed my family for days,
almost a week. I thought about the size
of the bread loaf I could purchase, the glaze
of a large ham, the smell of pickled eggs -
brine, salt, and honey tickling at my nose.
Still weak with hunger, I forced my thin legs
to push me upward, and, struggling, I rose
to face the harsh wind. Stifling every groan,
I staggered on and aimed my heart for home.
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