Thursday 30 April 2015

Sapphire


Colourless, yellow, green or a pinkish hue.
For me there is only variety that is a shade of blue.
From cornflower to deep cobalt, or sky to cool azure,
From Prussion to Egyptian the stone they all would treasure.
The boating foes, babies and the sky, each have their own shade
That bears their name, proud and distinguished on parade.
From Periwinkle to electric blue flashing through the night
The sapphire’s intensity draws you in forthwith
And the swirling blue drags you down in the eddies of the myth.
My birthstone, my blue mood, my heart’s very own desire,
My link with the past, the curse it holds, enigmatic deep blue sapphire.

By Linda Prince


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