Broken Necklaces
Juliet Norrington
Fifty plastic beads,
On a short black cord.
Twenty five sky-blue,
Fourteen deep-pink,
Eleven shell-purple,
Beads on a short black cord.
Three hundred and fifty ceramic beads,
On a bright white string.
Three hundred dark green,
Twenty sparkling gold,
Thirty pairs of lotus blossom,
Beads on a bright white string.
The two bounce and jump,
Amid giggles and gasps,
All is peaceful, all is warm.
But then there is a glimmer of silver,
And soon both sets of beads,
Are mixed together on the floor.
There a tear-choked gasp,
Followed by the metallic sound,
Of a knife sliding into its case,
The man and woman stood in silence,
Looking down at the still bodies,
And the broken necklaces.
Authors Note 7/29/06: This poem tends to confuse everyone... it's supposed to be open, but as I've had quite a few people inquire, I'll explain what my personal idea of what happened is (note, it doesn't have to be yours.) The first necklace/verse is Ginny, the second is Cho. In the third verse, they're (basically) kissing somewhere and are killed in the middle of doing so. The last verse I wrote to be very, very open, but what I thought had happened was that the woman gasped, the man put the knife back in it's case, and they looked down at the two girls they had killed. I don't know who the man and woman are. Please do keep in mind that these are only my thoughts on what happened... they do not have to have anything to do with the way you see it.