1982 BGGS Magazine

THE JEWEL

Shiny, lustrous green leaves Sway gently in the breeze Twisted and gnarled roots Among which, fungus cultivates A delicate fern; Fine black stems

Brilliant green leaves

Glistening as jewels. "Wear them around your throat". Tighter, choking, gasping, tearing Rip it off!

There, back again , in the shadow where : A II jewels belong. Slide yourself over lush, fresh grass Down gently in to Her catpet- The Mother makes us well. ~ 'Roll in it ." - lazily; sunbeams Warming your skin, Burning. An ts biting, no rest , no peace! Rise and run to the garden.

A bed of roses , sweet, laughing Lightly in the sun. "Pick one". Reach out, touch it grasp it , Rip it from where It belongs! "Ah, thorns forgotten" - Sharp reminders you May not touch. A drop of blood, A marring spot on Your lace.

"A way, go away, you cannot stay, With us you do not belong!" And so, quietly, I leave . .. Jo Goudie. 12L.

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