A wooden case from days gone by,
Was found in Castle Cove by Kai.
The case was worn, the timber stressed,
Inside old coins? We guessed with zest.
The number twenty-five was writ,
A symbol, £, preceding it.
Is this a clue? Can’t wait to see,
A treasure trove for Kai and me.
A rusty handle, latch and hinge,
Accompanied by mouldy tinge –
Did fill the air with damp and must.
I held my breath and gave a thrust.
The lock was picked and thrown away,
And parchment lifted to display –
Some invitations to a show,
With royal insignia inked below.
- Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #12
Lynette said: Although the crate reminded me of a vintage ammo box, I wrote about an alternative possibility.