Ten of Diamonds

Suburban Witchcraft

A photograph from my newest photography project “Suburban Witchcraft”.

Ten of Diamonds

Praise now
that inside you
ripe pomegranates
huddle tightly
inside the cardiac membrane.
Chant now
the lullaby
for the ocean you cook
between your white bones;
fragile, but conquering paths,
chant now for the forests
that welcome you
as their own;
an estranged kin
whose skin
changes not the color but the age.
Sing, sing always
for your hands
that blush for sunlight
and taunt moonlight
with their shy freckles,
their stories retold
through breath, through touch,
through your will to make a mountain
out of your soul,
to make something breakable
from all that you own,
or not, even the
dark blue shawls
of eternity
you usurp with your love,
for the countless gone
that echo within you alone;

then close your eyes,
imagine,
you were
a mere

gemstone.

 

*From A deck of cards series

~ by Oloriel on November 24, 2015.

17 Responses to “Ten of Diamonds”

  1. I love this:

    “Sing, sing always
    for your hands
    that blush for sunlight
    and taunt moonlight
    with their shy freckles”

  2. Yes indeed that particular image stand out for me too.. But also the closing the gemstone for me is brilliant but also cold and hard.

    • Thank you Bjorn. In nowadays society, it is very complex to learn when to teach, the young especially, others not to be tied to the material, when their sole existance can unfortunately depend solely on it.

  3. to make something breakable
    from all that you own,

    My favorite line, there is so much meaning in this, brilliant brilliant! I also love the opening with pomegranates and cardiac membranes

  4. I cannot get over the unique beauty of your words! 🙂

  5. Fantastic!

  6. Thank you for reading my blog!

    • Looking forward to iy! 🙂 Thank you very much for the visit, and one more thing also: that beautiful creature on your avatar makes me crave the seaside badly!

  7. exquisite wordsmithing!

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