Locked in a lighthouse
Sobbing a diamond and sapphire sea
Drawing up buckets to gaze upon my likeness
Painstakingly setting it into platinum rings
I distribute them to every sister I meet
I fear the whole world
Will be decked in jewels at this rate
Door blocked with an unbreakable web of fears
Finally free, I sailed away on my cabochon sea
Smooth and glassy, I don’t make a wave
The azure skies blanketed my frame
Forever, my home this story I'm weaving
Reading by the pearly moonbeams
Singing silver-tongued verses of the evergreen past
While the eerie night light
Plaits shafts of stardust into my hair
Turning Muscovite pages
Filled with images of my treacherous life
Dropping read leaves
As I finish the passage of each day
Permanently destroying the proof of my stay
On the mottled spinning jewel
We all carve our marks
When my ship settles
The pool is ice cold and
Obsidian black
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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