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Black Diamond

by Brian Aird 

Posted: 01 October 2004
Word Count: 96
Summary: Poem about a unique way of grieving

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Black Diamond

by Brian Aird

It was heat infernal, long ago
That melted rocks in caverns deep
Where presses made a precious glow
That lovers gave for you to keep

Cold these stones from beneath the earth
Their fire trapped in sparkling light
Colder still the greed that rigs their dearth
To raise their value in our sight

Now commerce has a brand new lever
With natures treasures truly faked
For loved ones gone are kept forever
As gems synthetic in ovens baked

But will you really feel quite right
Bedecked in life stilled as night?

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miffle at 14:16 on 01 October 2004  Report this post
A little while ago I heard the phrase 'fairly-traded diamonds': I had never thought of this before but now I do... Your poem reminded me of this. I didn't pick up on the 'grief' angle however; couldn't quite get the sense of the last two verses (?). Write on, Miffle

Ticonderoga at 14:40 on 01 October 2004  Report this post
I presume this is some talismanic wearing of the loved one's ashes as a pendant, having been fired into a synthetic diamond? There are traditions for that sort of thing, but I take it some Western firm is marketing it as a tacky new aspect of the ever-burgeoning grief industry...in which case - euch!!
I love the balance between the first and second parts. Keep scribbling!



Lawrenco at 16:17 on 03 October 2004  Report this post
Really good poem.It`s interesting you associated it with grief .It struck me that it had a Blake feel to it Like "Tiger Tiger" ;The fearfull machine versus nature,truth v lies ,value placed from nature ,anger placed on the falsness of the machine has a charterist edge ,beutifully forged by your words ;Good Stuff look forward to reading some more.

youngskywalker at 04:52 on 20 October 2004  Report this post
i see diamonds breathing fire night and day, in the memory of a lost love, and would a man-made gem stone feel the same or sparkle with the same light.
i think it's a great poem,

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