Treasure Trove Poem by MIRIAM JACOB

All of us have our own
private keys to the jewelled
world of the distant past,
a glorious treasure trove
filled with pieces of flotsam,
glittering like exotic mountains
to entice us into a world of dreams,
exquisite ivory paper knives
delicate ebony carvings,
dazzling silver trays,
priceless samovars,
Venetian goblets,
ostrich-feather fans,
a world of opulent elegance
at our fingertips,
vaguely bordering on
the wonderful shadowland of dreams,
a magical moment to crown our lives,
adding a glowing ambience
to the existence of reality.

© Miriam Jacob