I presume
it twas you, 
my house hobgoblin,
who borrowed my new earrings

fashioned from quartz crystals
to enhance enlightenment

wrapped in gold wire
by artisan hands

placed on my dresser
Renaissance faire ready

I plead
please return them
before weekend next
for they complete my costume

I propose
making a trade
on the mantle,
I’ll leave a comparable treasure

a farmer’s market strawberry
ripe and red

an unmated velvet glove
with pearl buttons

an antique silver thimble
engraved with poppies

I pledge
taking more care
of my baubles,
so as not to tempt thee.