Today's poem isn't about a person. It sounds like it, but it was actually a class assignment. An 8 line poem. I happened to be wearing an opal ring at the time, and as I stared at my hands hoping for inspiration, I started to think about the colours in the stone. All kinds of images started to pop into my mind, and I started writing. It certainly isn't complete, but every time I read it, I can't help but think of all the costumes and photo shoots you could make from the ideas in it. So, here it is.
Opal
You are ice and fire,
The touch of you burns my hands like snow.
You are cold and flame.
You are the crimson of amaryllis,
The silver of moon touched magnolias.
When I am with you
My heart is a frozen pond
Gleaming with agitated torches.
Red and silver and moonlight and torchlight and fire and ice! Imagine the pictures!
