7:4: “The Diamond Throne”, by Marsheila Rockwell

7:4: “The Diamond Throne”, by Marsheila Rockwell

We met before the Diamond Throne
Privileged children of the Gem Court
Fosterlings pledging our parents’ fealty
Our freedom the price of their luxuries

Perfumed courtyards and music-filled halls were
No mask for the truth of our new setting
Star-on-Earth, jewel of all the bards’ tales
A prison fit for noble chattel

Our fates needle-writ upon our arms
Shackles forged of iridescent ink
Markings the same as those borne by
Both the king’s horses and his whores

We loved despite the Diamond Throne
Displaced children of the Gem Court
Our lives no longer our own, perhaps
But not so our hearts-not so our hearts

Their machinations brought us together
Closer than they could have known, or wanted
They had not counted on our dark desire
Like calls to like, trapped behind velvet bars

Shadowed gardens or garderobes
Our trysting the only brightness
In lives of pampered slavery
We should have seen how it must end

We wept before the Diamond Throne
Disgraced children of the Gem Court
New sentences inscribed on our flesh
With scourges this time instead of quills

But not to welcome death, not that release
Our lines the mortar of alliances
We could not be killed, but separated
Bound now to others for the good of all

You, fiercest son of the House of Ruby
I, a Sapphire-gentler, but no less hard
Yet in the end, corundum only
And diamond, my darling, cuts us both

Marsheila (Marcy) Rockwell is a Rhysling-nominated poet and author who resides in the Valley of the Sun with her husband and children. From her desert castle, she wages an epic war against spiders, crabgrass and construction dust. In between skirmishes, she writes. You can find out what she’s written lately (and who is winning the war) here.

For a writer or a poet, no experience is ever wasted-it all becomes fodder for the next story or poem. In this case, I finally got to put my geology minor to good use. Who knew rocks could be so tragically romantic?

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