Round, earthy tone beads, strung on a line
Pebble size, smooth, cool to the touch like new silk-
They inspire a sense of safety and nurturing,
As they should, a gift from a mother.
A crescent shaped moon, bronzy tarnished gold,
An energetic feeling, feelings of power and wisdom,
Also of peace, patience, and protection-
They come together in swirling lines across the surface,
Twisting and twirling- a dance of cool metal.
Hidden, between strung beads and moon
There rests an onyx bead.
Icy glossed, blood-red light within,
The hidden passion of fire,
Or is it love, hate?
Black and white, just as well.
Around my neck from the age of sixteen
With every glance in the mirror I see
A simple yet strong reminder of
Who I am,
What I stand for,
And my connection to nature and the elements,
But mostly to the earth.