The Jar’s Secret

A frail, pellucid, deformed, indistinct, cylindrical jar
towering above unkempt, blotchy, matte drawer
sits silently among empty, hollow bottles.
Inside hides the ashen remains
of your once iridescent, glistening soul,
I still remember how I carefully pour
after I watch you burn in whole.

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In response to dVerse‘s Quadrille #114 by Björn Rudberg (brudberg). Read his own jar-inspired poem titled Pickled Summer.

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Also for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie‘s Wordle Special Addition Sight “August 15th, 2016”.