Tag Archives: gold

163. Gold (Colour 8)

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My wedding band is deeply precious to me, for obvious reasons, but the way the light glints off the metal is a beautiful thing that often makes me catch my breath. I remember once giving a word from prayer to a lovely lady, which was to let her know that God appreciates her like a beautiful ring. He is always looking down and smiling at the sparkles and shine that she makes, and twiddling her around on his finger to show the facets of light.

text and photo © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017

 

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7. Tinsel

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Glistering parade of gaudy gold fit only for fools like me, who care simply to see the sparkles as the worth. The light and its source are where the treasure lies, not in who reflects it in the softest yellow, locked in a dark Fort oblivious to knocks.

Photo and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017

 

165: Mine

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Dark lines spreading from the centre, blacker than treacle and deeper than grief. Here glints gold that glisters truly, and without pretence, calling to the greedy glimmer in our eyes and the heart of the delver-digger-dwarf in all of us. How we long to gather the treasure in our weathered aprons, to hold it to ourselves and hoard its heaviness! You speak of brightness and purity, and the reality of wealth, such that we might have you in our palm to possess, without any danger of nuggets slipping through errant fingers. Softness clawed from the hard earth, unclogging veins and arteries that travel deep and mesmerisingly meander their glowing way.

Once seen, we shall not be able to help ourselves and follow that subcutaneous line until lost and utterly besotted, weighed down with more than our strength can bear, never to return to the fresh air, sat here in dark places, faces painted with reflected light.

© Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2016

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