25th August 2011
by Diane Jackman
Out of the rubble of broken lives,
out of the ashes of lifelong fires
dowsed by death’s cold rain
arises the phoenix of love.
Purple and silver enfolding wings
spread a mantle of calm
in the green dawn,
holding and healing two hearts.
Beneath its rose-feathered crest
a glittering emerald eye
draws down the sun,
setting the desert ablaze.
Crimson and gold its fiery heart beats.
Fountains of flame touch the stars,
turning the night
to a wonder of love and of light.
This was written for my second husband on the morning of our wedding. The colours of the phoenix are drawn from the Anglo-Saxon poem of the same name,
Diane Jackman’s poetry has appeared in small press magazines and anthologies, and has won or placed in several competition. Starting as a children’s writer she now concentrates on poetry. She is passionately interested in medieval rabbit warrens and Anglo-Saxon literature. She runs a poetry café in Brandon in the heart of the Breckland, England’s desert.