Lady Isolde’s Bridal Collar spooky They drop where they stand

They drop where they stand

By the time the light begins to fade

the strands slipping over her fingers as she lifts it

whose steed was no mere beast of flesh and bone

with pronounced radial ridges extending from a central point toward the outer edge

Lady Isolde’s Bridal Collar spooky They drop where they standIsolde does not sit still while her grandmother works. She turns her head slightly, watching in the mirror as the necklace is lifted from its wrapping, the small beads catching against one another with a faint, dry sound. It is lighter than it looks at first, until it settles then it holds its place, spreading across her shoulders in a way that feels decided. This one was not worn indoors, her grandmother says, fastening it with care. Not at first.