(by jann castor, 2006, January 26th)
All jewels maybe cursed
The Hope Diamond, or just the one around your finger
Did you give it the power to curse you?
Like a fish,
you are attracted to things that glitter.
Is it love that you seek,
or your own reflection in the well?
You wear a splendid fur
that cannot cover the hole in your soul.
Did it calm and comfort you
while in search for your own conceit?
Ride on the feather of an eagle instead.
Can’t you see?
copyright Jann C. Castor © 2006