In so Modest a Setting

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A giant diamond on a slender ring

Of chrome is what he was.  He showed the flash,

Flash, flash of bevels, many, not like cheapo bling,

But heaven’s light. The man was like a gash

Through breathing in my weekday, weekday life.

The Tuesdayness of my existence sang

An aria, a tenor caught in strife

And thrills inside a cave. I knew a pang

Like sharpest emerald that scratched and grooved

A gouge near lungs, and tinged my blood with green

Of hope expected only when Christ proved

That tombs are lost. More like a tourmaline

More perfect than an emerald in tin

Surroundings, he was Aphrodite’s twin.

by phillipw | Jan 10, 2019 | CH | 0 comments