Gold to airy thinness beat.

The sun blew kisses down upon it
like a proud parent to a child.
It glittered under the affection
and I swore I saw the sun smile.

It was wild like the wind
and it tried to claim it too.
It reached and grasped but failed,
no matter how hard it blew.

The fire murmured to it,
crackling all the while.
It sparked and smoked but
it didn’t fall to it’s wiles.

It’s bounced along of it’s own accord
and ignored all the rest.
Thin strands curled all the more
as it held it’s secret to it’s chest.

Alchemy was against the law
and hardly attempted anymore.
The secret was no less heavy
nor the burden it bore.

The hair on my head burned
like the embers glowing gold.
Umber to sienna, sienna to copper
and the copper grew ever bold.

The poem was inspired by the dye in my hair. It’s an ombre effect from reddish-brown to copper and it’s the most spontaneous thing I’ve done in a long time. I love it.

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6 thoughts on “Gold to airy thinness beat.

  1. In the Middle Ages, alchemy was a discouraged practice. Although the Roman Catholic church never officially banned the practice, it was seen as heresy and could’ve resulted in the practitioner’s death by hanging or burning. Consider it unofficially against the law, if you will. Since I pulled in the elements of wind and fire in the poem and referenced heat with the mention of the sun, I thought it would be poetically interesting to play with the idea of alchemy.

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