Tonight's Poet Corner: Aquamarine Dreams
Aquamarine Dreams by Belinda Roddie March was kind to me, the winds whispering stories to me as I walked with a pocket full of pebbles. It gave me sheen for those stones, and they became the blue beauties that we see now. Blue and silver modesty does wonders on a slim finger. It is a fashion. It is a symbol. A blessing. A promise. You told me I could never have the ring back. That it was yours now, and I was happy, more than happy, to let you keep it. March was kind to me, and May still kinder, the evening warmth settling into my nervous bones as I asked the question, and you gave me the answer I had always desired. And my dreams, like the rocks crumbling in my jeans, crystallized. And brightened. And became aquamarines.