Construct Cup Creations

The Ring's Chronicle

I am her wedding ring,
all that’s left of a
woman long ago.
Passed down through the ages,
weathered by time,
a symbol of eternal connection.

I tell her story,
and record her life,
and hope someone will find her.

Given at the altar,
shiny and new,
to a beautiful bride.
My diamond small,
but given with love,
a symbol of the future.

As time marched on,
I became marked
with life’s supplications.
At times too big,
at times too small,
but forbidden from leaving her finger.

Now passed to her daughter,
I live once more.
Shiny and new again.



Prompt: June 8, 2014

Subject or Theme: Story of something round(coin, muffin, ball etc.)
Word(s) to Include: Supplicate, forbid
Forbidden Word(s): Round, circle, around, roll
Additional Parameters: The poem should be exactly 100 words