The beauty beyond

The beauty beyond

Diamonds don’t cry,
not even when they are cut, shaved smooth
to suit our facets.

The dream came from the east.
I know, because it had pink sunlight
draped over its shoulders.

She left music in her footprints and spring flowers,
made cooking pots and medicines,
so they erased her.

Sun, egg-yellow blob in the sky,
skin-tingling, and the earth rustles with gratitude.
I wait for the first roses.

There will be blue again,
lake water reflecting nothing more sinister
than spring clouds, scudding.

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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.

17 thoughts on “The beauty beyond”

  1. I really like this. Such vivid imagery in each stanza. I particularly like 2 and 3.
    It’s funny, we have so many similar words/images, and I had thought to attempt an cadralor, but it just didn’t happen. Now, I know why–the Oracle knew you had already written it!

      1. She was a great ‘invention’. So great the Christians had to co-opt her and try to diminish her. They didn’t like the idea of women being metal workers, doctors and general Mrs Fixits.

  2. Each image a gem–especially number 2 but also “the earth rustles with gratitude”. I like that your blue sky is the opposite of my night sky. The photo is like a painting! (K)

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