Diamond Lady
She rises in diamonds,
a blaze of white heat,
every stone singing,
every line alive.
Her hat is a kingdom,
wide as the night,
curtains of sparkle
fall at her command.
Her dress is thunder,
shaped out of light,
diamonds flowing
like rivers of fire.
Crowds keep their distance,
too stunned to speak,
they feel her power
cut through the air.
Her man stands near her,
steady and proud,
knowing she keeps him
close to her flame.
She owns the moment,
she owns the room,
a diamond lady,
glorious and untamed.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (1)
Are you sure she is not a 'diamond in the rough' so to speak and just showing off. Good job.