Queen’s collar, maybe, else, a fine lady’s property.
Could be tribal war beads, a warlock’s magic band.
Mommy’s holiday splendor, cousin’s earned award.
The sheik’s reward, relic of African diamond mines.
Bride’s endowment, my ceramic teacher’s creation.
Grandma’s best ornament, ill-gotten toy store gains.
New Age hula garland, actress’ principal wardrobe.
Office dress requirement, perhaps, a friend’s trophy.
Traded for twelve wrappers, swashbuckler’s gems.
Dropped by angels, mayhap a jeweler’s commodity.
Left behind on the school bus, spacemen’s nuggets.
3D printed rodeo plunder, possibly swan’s diadem.
Bird’s nest warp, road litter weave, crystal treasure
Yet, simply, the ribbon as found in my cereal box.
As KJ Hannah Greenberg sprouts more white hairs and grandchildren, she is becoming increasingly focused on her longer works. These days, most often, she’s filling book contracts. Hannah writes about: Judaism, parenting, imaginary hedgehogs, and starfaring, polycephalic, gelatinous wildebeests.