Too deep they lie for me to reach

glowing pale as distant moons

but in the sky of moonless nights

between star-glitter and the dark

I see the glint of black pearls shining.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

19 thoughts on “Pearls”

    1. Thank you 🙂 I love the idea of pearls though I have never possessed any. The only pearl I ever had I found in a mussel. It was drop shaped, about 4mm long and from the moment I took it out of the shell, we had accidents. Started off small like breaking glasses and plates, then one of the children had a nasty fall. When husband almost sliced his thumb off on a kitchen knife and ended up in emergency I took it out of the house and strapped it to the bannister on the floor above. Accidents stopped.

      1. I have some of my mother’s pearls although I don’t know where they are right now. I like to look at jewelry more than wear it in most cases. I put it in little bowls.

      2. The chance for me has gone now. All my personal stuff, mother’s jewelry, bits and bats of souvenirs of grandparents all disappeared in the last move. I have no personal mementos at all now. It’s difficult coming to terms with it. Like being orphaned again.

      3. I have that fear when moving. I always end up taking lots of stuff myself from one place to the next. Even so, I always lose things.

      4. It’s astonishing how much has gone missing this time. We have so much stuff it has taken an age just to admit the boxes aren’t there. It’s a gamble I suppose.

      5. I spend quite a few hours when I should be asleep trying to work out chronologies, or who it was said what and when. As if the past will cease to exist if I don’t hang onto it. As if it hasn’t already slipped away.

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