Tourmaline Merging
Have you seen
A lady dream,
Where wires tie her?
Ribbons bind her?
Tireless
She beams
Spectral light
Inner sight
Her worlds go deep
Nature weeps
Stars in her veins
When all is drained
She breaks the reins
And flies to soar
Shimmering rain
Of tourmaline flame
In hues
No human
Can yet name
Trompe L’Oeil
Emerging light
Shuts out the night
Forms new sight
Eyes are white
Souls are bright
Beat them down
They fly like kites
Catch those feathers
Dare to enter
The closed realm
The angels’ den
Where time is when
At colour’s end
Amanda Niamh Dawson was born to Irish parents and raised in London, Dallas, Boston, and Washington, DC. She attended Tufts University, the Ecole du Louvre, and Sorbonne University.
One of her poems received an award in the 2023 Poetry Society of Michigan’s Peninsula Poets Contest. Her work has appeared in Lothlorien Poetry Journal, The Fib Review, Rosette Maleficarum, The Dewdrop, Pomona Valley Review, The Banyan Review, and is forthcoming in The Stray Branch and Illumen.
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