Two Poems by Amanda Niamh Dawson

 

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.

Amanda lives in Northern California.