Treasure, a poem by Bartholomew Barker at



written by: Bartholomew Barker



Small bag
of silent coins
gold and silver

They do not jingle
jingle all the way
beautiful as winter
sparking stars
held in the hands
of a greedy boy

More valuable
than precious metals
more fleeting
lost on a spin of shin
more delicate
melting on fingers
and lips

Give me no objects
wrapped in pretty paper
treasure to bury
or clutter shelves
collect dust

Give me events
a smile a wink a glance
moments lost forever
a small plate with two forks
volatile unreliable
sweet memories
to treasure

Give me art
to consume
with you
for a taste
of eternity

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