The Geode – a poem by Janet Krauss

The Geode
for Maggie, 5 years old


As soon as her fingertip touches
the purple crystals, her face
absorbs their luminous light.
She is ready to enter--
the crystals part,
a moss carpet appears. A balloon,
feeling like warm soft skin,
wanting to be held, drifts towards her.
She reaches for its string,
the balloon her partner
as she twirls, circles and leaps
in her gauze skirt.
Someone calls her name,
the moss carpet disappears.
She stops dancing,
the balloon floats away.
In a corner of her desk,
she places the amethyst,
its promises to her
glowing forever.

Janet Krauss, after retirement from teaching 39 years of English at Fairfield University, continues to mentor students,  lead a poetry discussion at the Wilton Library, participate in a CT. Poetry Society Workshop, and one other plus two poetry groups. She co-leads the Poetry Program of the Black Rock Art Guild. She has two books of poetry: Borrowed Scenery (Yuganta Press) and Through the Trees of Autumn (Spartina Press).  Many of her poems have been published in Amethyst Review, and her haiku in Cold Moon Journal.

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