You hang from my neck,
like my mother's before me,
like a pendulum
Your outer shell is smooth and shiny.
A tangle of forest flowers
encrust your face.
time stands still.
I am pulled, then entranced
by the magical memories and moments
you so carefully preserve.
This poem was awarded REX Prize Teacher for Poetry Object 2018
In ‘The Locket’, an everyday piece of jewellery becomes a dense capsule of ‘memories and moments’. The poet’s use of clear, resonant language unfolds the object’s story, line by-line. There is a sense of continuity across generations; of reaching across times and places to bend and stretch specific moments (‘time stands still’). This is evoked by the poet’s use of pausing and spacing (‘attracted / to / gravity’) to bend the poem’s linearity – line lengths ebb and flow like the pendulum itself. The narrative voice, speaking directly to the object, draws the reader in with its intimacy.
~ Red Room Poetry Team
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