The Key

I'm cold in winter,
I'm heavy in your pocket,
my ancestors were skeletons.

I'm handy for scratching the paint of your enemy's car in one long line.
Although I prefer deadweight swinging from a ring.

I open, deadbolt, wind, liberate, imprison, secure, restrict and free.

Like a lover, you'll attend to my whereabouts more with the thought of losing me.

I'm almost a genetic extension of a family: unique to each home, and unique to each member,
as they link me with doo-dads with flair and rabbit's feet.

I'm a key.

Fools Gold

Like the craftsman gilds the edges of a fine frame, I too can guilt the edges of your world. In doing so, I cover the original portrait of your life with fools gold. Turning pleasure to pain, freedom to imprisonment, and life's ambitions to drudgery, by simply whispering the words "should have, could have" into your ear. My whispers drowning out the beating of your heart which carries the rhythm of the songs you want to sing. There is no end to what I can do.

I can make you give up your life's ambitions by looking through the eyes of your child, stretching out my arms to you, and saying, "Please don't go."

I can drive you breathlessly, recklessly across an entire continent to weep at the grave of a parent who never really loved you.

I can hobble you in the middle of the dance by pointing out that your best friend is a wallflower.

When you soar, I can ensnare you in my web of lies, and bring you back down to earth to be fitted with guilted iron boots.

And when laughter escapes your lips, I can shame you with the knowledge that those around you are grieving.

Yes. I can do all these things, but only you can give me this power by choosing the fools gold I offer you. I am guilt. Pass me by in your seach for life's treasures.

Honeydew

"It's dark, can anyone hear me?"
She called as she opened her eyes.
She turned, looked up, got a better view.
"Aha! I see sunny skies."

"The warmth of the sun would feel so good
If only I could find a way out."
She pushed and nudged and shoved
And out popped a little green sprout.

"Oh, so much better, now where is that sun?"
She asked as she viewed her world new.
She looked all around, fixated her gaze
This new life this new honeydew.

April Topic-Personification

Take an object, place, or emotion and give it human characteristics. Does envy really wear green? Do willows really weep? Be creative and imagine if your subject could talk, walk, wear clothes, have families, aspirations and other human qualities--where would it go? what would it say? what would its personality be?

Your description can be in the form of a poem, a character sketch, an interview, or anything you find appropriate!