To Ponder


by Harmony Hodges

The air, thick with spring

Smoke tree in bloom

Outside of the open window

Inside, a baby girl lay in her brass crib

Corrosion bled along the bars

Illuminated stainless steel reality

A hard structure

Held the child

As she slept in her fortress

 

Solid

 

A gentle zephyr

Crept through the window

Twinkled a skeleton key mobile

Above her bed

She slowly woke

Only six months old

The keys caught her eye

Hypnotic rocking

 

She studied the tiny metal

Clinking, all the possibilities:

Opening distant hope chests

Opening doors, leading to deeper doors

Buried, clandestine doors, leading to heartbreak

Keys to answers

She reached up

 

But a gust of circumstance

Flew and threw the window

Rattled the keys in a synchronized melody

The sharps and flat notes ultimately knocked together

The mobile tilted just enough

Keys dangled precariously

Then fell slowly, and her fingers

Followed the motion

Keys fell into a heap

Metallic cymbal crash

Tree filaments and pollen dusted the pile

Her fingers reached down between the bars

 

She rolled onto her side

To get a better look

To ponder those things called keys

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Writers Bio

Harmony Hodges is a mixed media artist living in the Pacific Northwest. She writes poetry and fiction.


Inspirational ImageThe Lost Keys by Rebecca Matthewsby Rebecca Matthews

Pieces Inspired by this Image

'The Keys of the Kingdom'
by Lynn White

'The Chest'
by Christopher "Irish Goat" Knodel

'Key 428'
by Lynda Collins


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