Pebbles in the Dust
By Vasiliki, 2000
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The desert feverish
( unbeliever with a white turban )
the dust and the light merge on the sun's anvil
( bleached and empty )
the rocks fragment, sand hills tumble down
( unforgiving, father )
.
Once I was throwing pebbles into the ocean,
And fought beautifully,
Now I gather a diamond from the dunes.
.
Your electric blue burns me
( fallen )
soft parched skin in my tent
( betrayed war angel )
like a desert flower after the rain,
( dry-eyed, tameless )
you appear, like an illusion
( my only anchor )
.
Aristocratic and lethal,
And you win me
Diamonds scattering upon the desert dunes.
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Notes and Explanation:
Quatre's point of view. As I said in the intro, all writing evolves around the same imagery, that's why words and images keep being repeated in all four pieces.
In all the parenthesis of the first stanza Quatre refers to himself.