how did it begin? Coloured sparkling trinkets
bait that hypnotised I fell hook line and
sank into your arms
So long ago it seems when flowers decorated vases
extravagant diamond fingers stroked satin sheets
swept up from street corners
$‘s slipped into fish-nets
knowing I was an easy catch
your shiny limo slowed, you in your tux
debonaire high roller
what happened
I‘m not paraded on your arm these days
clinking glasses with the elite
Designer gowns, intro’s to your colleagues
emeralds round my neck shone brightly once
your Polo trophy takes pride of place
are you bored now with this showpiece
alone, I hear a woman laugh
velvet boxes empty on the dresser
another trinket ~ another lure
Someone to replace what I was
I fade into obscurity, yes
you have been the death of me
©jmtacken Oct 18 2013
Photo Credit: http://katezambrano.blogspot.nl
Ramblings From A Mum 
Powerful and sad in that love dies and is replaced with a resentment. Well done Jen.
Yes the trophies at times are not always made of metal.. thank my friend and HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! 🙂
It’s sad that sometimes wives, husbands, significant others…. are merely trophies for one another to display or parade around. I love how you weaved in that to feed their hungry soul another trinket is dangled before them…string them along a little longer. Tragic but so well expressed.
Yes, I think especially in the world of the ‘rich and famous’ this would occur more often. Thank you for liking it Beck – probably others writers would have gone a different direction with the pic – I found it intriguing and this is what sprung forth. xx
not a lot of fun to be the trophy cause you know that spot eventually runs out when the next trophy comes to claim the shelf….
very very true my friend 😦 thank you for reading Brian
Wow. Very powerful.
bless ya hun thank you :-)xx
Such a sad tale skillfully told you bound me up in a sentence. Fabulous illustration 😉 xx
Thank you so much Willow – you are a luv xx
ouch! well done –
thank you lovely one x
Amazing that one can have a human being as showcase… with that mindset maybe it’s better to stick to clothes and cars..
thanks BR – yes not a nice position to be in. This is not the entry for DVerse Beat Poets- that is set em up Joe, don’t know how you ended up here but grateful you stopped by & read ~ smiles
Just stopped by…. 🙂 Now heading to bed after reading child poetry..
thank you so kind – yes i must look at that- sleep well stay warm smiles
Yikes of being treated and discarded like that ~ Its a vicious cycle and I hope she gets out of that toxic relationship too ~ Good one ~ Happy weekend ~
thanks Grace I’m sure she will. Thank you.