I could not tell you when it was

But I see the moment even now

She made a point of coming in

24 carat gold still on her hand

Me at my desk, gladly interrupted

“You can have it back. I set you free”

As if I had asked for it to end

Her choice of words deliberate

Her implication clear

It was a bind that tied me down

Caused me misery

As if her magnanimous gesture

Would release my spirit and let it fly

Then she went to text her son

“I’ve given him back my wedding ring”

Her Jocasta to his Oedipus


I carried it round for a while

Spun it on the bar

Placed it on my little finger

Twisted it around

Until I walked past a jeweller

And exchanged it for hard cash

Which like our marriage

Didn’t last.


n.b. NaPoWriMo 2019. Day 12 prompt giving away or destroying something precious.

CLP 12/04/2019

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