Crap Poems part 7 – Necklaces

Welcome to another Crap Poem as part of the continuing promotion of my Creative Coping Strategies campaign.

Once again, for a bit of fun, I’ve created a short poem about jewellery and how my relationship with everything sparkly has evolved over the years.

Jewellery is such an important part of who I am, but it’s probably such a mundane thing to the everyday man. Hopefully you can get an idea of why I feel this way and how these dazzling, distracting, colourful items help me by reading the poem.

I’m sorry, but I’ve chosen to rhyme again (it is supposed to be fun, you know!)



Slumped on a stool
In front of a mirror
I toyed with her jewels
While she slaved over dinner

Big sparkly rings
And pearly white chains
Hid me in childhood
From divorce addled shame

They made me a woman
Obsessed with the colour
Of my own collection
Jewels bright, pain gets duller

Why live in a world
Filled with darkness and grey
When you can look on in awe
Through a dazzle filled day?

Ghetto gold chains
A silver name tag
There’s always a spare
In the depths of my bag

Instead of displaying
My brain that’s a mess
I flash them my jewellery
It hides my regrets

But just like a magpie
Now MY child craves
Her own mothers sparkles
The neon’s her faves

My treasure’s not safe
But just like my mother
I let her play on
It’s really no bother

Slumped on a stool
In front of a mirror
She toys with my jewels
As I eat my dinner


I’ve gone from a girl playing with my mums stuff to a woman watching on, praying that my necklaces don’t get broken. But, in the grand scheme of things, if it means my daughter spends time with her broken mum in this room, then where’s the harm?

Thanks for reading 💜

Published by stephc2021

Hi! I'm Steph, an amateur writer and illustrator specialising in Mental Health and being a self-confessed Spoonie. My website is home to any successful fiction I create, with stories that have won so far covering difficult subjects such as baby loss and mental health in grief as well as some funny and heart-warming tales when I get the inspiration. Every drawing and picture on my website was created by me. I spend a lot of time coming up with illustrations to accompany all of my posts and pages. I try to create original content across all of my channels, whether I'm writing about my own fiction or just generally musing on mental health or my own issues. I want to be part of the change because I believe the understanding of MH in the UK is getting better, but has a very long way to go. By being honest about my own struggles and symptoms I think others will relate and hopefully it will encourage them to talk to someone and get the help and support they need. Long term my goal is to help children too, help them understand their own mental health and how to help with the mental health of those around them. I live in the UK with my partner, daughter and dog, I swear frequently and I adore a well made, traditional, gooey, chocolatey, delicious brownie.

2 thoughts on “Crap Poems part 7 – Necklaces

  1. I love bling but bling don’t love me
    Just look at my collection and I’m sure you’d agree
    They’re a little bit daggy a little bit old
    Tarnished and twisted yet they reckon they’re gold

    Thanks for sharing.


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