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"Black Pearl" 

I was told,

I was like a grain of sand
that found its way in my 
mother’s ocean to a strange
home, where there within, 
I found an open place, 
self contained and 
safe for a while, like a cool
mollusc provides a soft warm bed;

I slept for eternity it would seem,
but in the scheme of things,
it was a planned short duration;
I fed off her to become a pearl
luminous, but my true colours
not anticipated.

I was formed from two worlds
in the time of the lost one world,
before I became the pearl
the two kingdoms spoke of;
I had a tail and scales,
eventually I shed them.
I am the best and worst 
of each the other, says my mother.
my mother, of course,  bless her s…, 
(well, that word of course is forbidden
now in our new world - science fiction 
they say, does not exist, has no place 
in the time of purity, honest validation); 
I digress - my mother, of course, conveys 
to subjects far below and not that far above, 
I am the best out of all - 

out of all
the warring others.

my grandfather said,
finding "good" in that one -
is like finding a diamond
in a sea of mud. He said 
that well before he successfully 
transferred to the far away,
a different dimension, 
which my mother confides,
like its our little secret, is apparently 
everywhere, all around us,
not above, certainly not below. 
We just can't see it.
my mother says, 
we sometimes, feel it. 
She says, they call it 
New Covenant. 

Of course, when 
my grandfather spoke
so eloquently of prospecting
for diamonds in mud - 
I am led to believe, he was not
referring to me, 
as I was still a consideration.
He was, I guess, referring to 
all the warring others. But I think,
perhaps just the one, out of 
all the warring others. 

I am half draconian
with the blood of arachnid;
the poison is a blessing, sometimes
the venom comes in useful
in time of fierce battle,
when I'm venting,
but it is also a curse.
Because, you see, 
I am also of the Fey, 
and I look very much 
like the Fey, it is the 
armour I walk around in;
my vessel, some will say.
They say, venom is not 
of the Fey, but I beg to differ, 
call it truth borne from experience.

some call us angels.
we are alien to most.

to my mother, 
I am the best out of all 
the warring others;
I am Love 

and 
I am Loved.

when I was a child
she sang me strange lullabies,
blue is the colour of Fey,
in gold light they arrive
if I’m good, if I close my eyes
and go to sleep, they come to visit me,
the song goes, 
sometimes they're silver
and ultraviolet, but never 
of dark hue.

inside me,
I think,

I shine a different light.
Perhaps I am all the colours
in a kaleidoscope. 

No matter, 

My mother says, 
I am Love

and I am Loved.

scare the world 
be exactly who you say you are,
and tell the truth, she says. 

she says, 
I am her beautiful monster.

I am Love
and I am Loved. 

inside me,
I think,

I shine a different light.


(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
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