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My father’s uncut gems

My father’s uncut gems

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Rubies.
Stones of loss, filled with fire words taunt my
growing up with everything my father never
told me, throw me from one colour of missing
to another, dare me to catch the fire. Burn my palms.

Pearls.
Elusive emotions float in sea tears undiscovered.
Like an oyster-catcher, I dive but the weight of
the ocean rejects me. I travel to wilder shores
wait like a scavenger for washed up shells.

Diamonds.
Say love like a cliché. My fingers search through
tangles of stories where lover’s memories make
sharp reflections, like birds trailing their own
image. An illusion of two in still water.