Pretty Things
To keep . . .
Pretty things don’t belong in boxes,
They show be opened and enjoyed,
Savoured and consumed as designed,
Pretty things shouldn’t sit in boxes.
Why not?
The box is clear I can see and enjoy,
The brilliance of the hot pink bottle,
That holds a scent once open is toxic to me,
Some times pretty things do belong in boxes.
Pandora’s Box . . .
Once open it can’t be its dangers lurk,
It’s beauty beckons to be used,
Its toxic sweet aromas to easily escape,
Sometimes pretty things are safer in boxes.
Temptations . . .
Its beauty dazzles the enquiring nose,
That fears not danger from the room perfume,
Once opened, unaware strangers may let toxins escape,
This pretty this is safest kept in its box.
To take . . .
If a pretty thing can not be savoured,
As it creator intended why should it be
Keep in a box and never enjoyed by anyone?
Pretty things do not belong in boxes.
The gift . . .
The brilliant hot pink bottle of sent,
Hold beauty in its design as an ordainment,
On the bookshelf in my bedroom,
The pretty thin h remains in it box – keeping me safe
The view . . .
Which I still enjoy as I see the bottle,
Remembering it was chose for me by my sister,
For me to enjoy not someone else,
This pretty thing belongs in its box.
Debbie Chilton (c) Copywrite 2012
