Two rings sit
On warm black granite
Bathed in Sunday morning sunlight.
What drama played out
Under cover of darkness—
A broken heart,
A broken dream?
And why not toss those rings
Into the fountain
To symbolize
The end,
A new beginning?
Such curiosity
Would not be
Provoked
By a pair of sneakers,
Or a scarf,
There would be
No need
To recreate the story.
But the ghost
Of Saturday night
Lingers in the air
Like perfume.
Melissa Shaw-Smith 
Leaves me longing to know the story
Be my guest and run with it. I’d be delighted to read any stories inspired by the moment.
Thanks
Nicely done – from the striking image of the rings to the “ghost of Saturday night”!
Sometimes the universe lobs you a soft ball–this was one of them.
There’s probably a novel in those two rings.
And the truth is probably stranger than I could imagine.
A great story. I think you framed it just right.
Much appreciated!
Did you really find these abandoned rings?
Yes! Kind of a surreal moment. I kept expecting someone to come up and claim them, but no one did.
Wow! That makes the poem even more wonderful. It’s funny how we stumble upon fragments from other people’s lives sometimes.
Beautiful Melissa, love visiting your throughful blog. Wondering if you might be interested in hosting my after (cyclone( yasi book on its upcoming blogtour. Can you please email me and I will send you the details if you are interested, junepaisa99@yahoo.com.au, all the best.
http://smilewithin.wordpress.com/about/ – this is about the work 😉
Looks like a really interesting project, June. Happy to put up some links.
thanks for your email, sent you a reply 😉
I like the way those two rings led you to a sort of story, that you put down in beautiful verses above here. Captivating, indeed. Nice one Melissa.
All the best to you, Aquileana 😀
Glad this sparked your imagination, Aquileana. Thank you for letting me know.
Aside from being an excellently crafted poem, this poem is superbly infused with mystery, for which the perfume serves as a sound metaphor for all things both beautiful and potentially, but not necessarily, ephemeral: love, passion, commitment, dreams, accomplishments, romance, and understanding. And I appreciated the momentary bit of humor created by the juxtaposition of the exquisite rings with the idea of sneakers. Nicely done.
Roger, glad you got so much out of this poem. It was a wonderful little mystery begging to be told.