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Hard As Diamond #DVersePoets

It takes 725,000 pounds per square inch

to transform carbon to diamond.

Pressure forces the atoms to crystallise

which sounds fragile in truth,

like spun sugar, beautiful, but soluble.

 

Yet they hitchhike magma flows,

erupt without warning

land where they may.

The sort of precious

men kill for.

 

Rough cut they are still priceless.

 

Polished,

they still remember being carbon.

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Carol Forrester is a writer trying to be a better one. She’s currently working on a poetry collection 'It's All In The Blood'. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University, enjoys judo at least twice a week, and tries to attend poetry events around the Midlands when she can. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry. Her poems ‘Sunsets’ and ‘Clear Out‘ were featured on Eyes Plus Words, and two of her poems were included in the DVerse Poets Pub Publication ‘Chiaroscuro’ which is available for purchase on amazon. More recently her poem ‘Until The Light Gets In‘ was accepted and published at The Drabble and her poem ‘Newborn’ was published by Ink Sweat & Tears. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and has hosted a number of guest bloggers on her site Writing and Works.

30 Comments

  1. I will give your poem top marks for clarity, Carol. “The sort of precious men kill for.” is a wonderful line.

  2. Beverly Crawford says

    Hmmm. Interesting to think diamonds remember being carbon, when they “live” in such rarefied atmosphere! Interesting thought.

  3. Glenn A. Buttkus says

    I always enjoyed the fantasy the Superman could squeeze a lump of coal into a diamond. Of course the cost of diamonds and their availability is carefully controlled by Hallmark and the diamond merchants.

  4. I far prefer diamonds in the ground to diamonds on a ring or bracelet. I love your diamond poem, Carol, especially the lines:
    ‘…they hitchhike magma flows,
    erupt without warning
    land where they may.
    The sort of precious
    men kill for’
    and
    ‘Polished,
    they still remember being carbon.’
    The song that came to my mind was Joan Baez’s ‘Diamonds and Rust’.

    • That’s not a song I’m familiar with but I’m happy to hear you enjoyed the poem. It’s been a bit of trial writing poems since I published the book, it’s almost like I forgot how they work.

  5. What was that Graham Parker song? “Passion Is No Ordinary Word,” and diamonds don’t get there chillin’ and swillin’. Poems are similarly challenged, don’t you think?

    • That is a fantastic lyric. I think you’re right too, poems have to have that core of fire in them to ignite the reader. Those are the ones that stick with people.

  6. I love this poem. Reminds me of Herkimer diamonds, which I love precisely because of their impurities. I have a loose one with bits of carbon within, yet it is still so beautiful.

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