FOOL’S GOLD
A familiar embrace
of gold-bearing rock,
tentacles spread to fissure;
whispered agreement
melting rock.
A hasty excuse—
penetrating deep into the earth,
mimicking the elements—
millennia reduced to minutes
in gold time that glitters – hard, brittle.
Deception aglow—
a reef in the
Dark tryst.
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SURVIVING
Survival tree. Growing
steep.
Stunted.
lonely roots deep into. Wall of rock
cleft sideways – arrears
cloning a tree,
its leaves small, sparse.
A stone body climbs over a cliff,
sprouting a flowering.
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RENDERING THE SWEET
Something needs to break shatter
proof patriarchy
the power of water seeping
a quiver crushing
the doctrine
of an ancient church
into blinding
light – awareness.
Generational hatred denied/torture
cloaked in the sugar
of semantic love
sweet sticky
silence of complicity.
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Poems © Cornelia Smith Fick
Image by Arek Socha from Pixabay (modified)