"Ring" by Cammy Thomas

The ring you always wore,
diamonds and cabochon emerald,
a cold thing
coming to me:

After your accident, I got it back in a hazard bag
bloody from your fingers–
dizzy arcade,
disk whose watery light comes from the wearer.

If I suspend it round my neck,
this metal O, my empty disk
that made it through the wreck,

will your strong grip pull me to you
in that small green stone–
will it drown me?

Someone twisted it off your finger
and gave it to me
in its final hard sweetness.

Cammy Thomas

Cammy Thomas’ first book, Cathedral of Wish (Four Way Books), received the 2006 Norma Farber First Book Award from the Poetry Society of America. Her second book, Our Dark Game, is forthcoming in 2014 from Four Way.  She is grateful for a fellowship from the Ragdale Foundation.  Her poems have recently appeared in Appalachia (forthcoming), Bateau, Common Ground Review, Eclipse, The Healing Muse, and Ibbetson Street Press, among others.  She lives in Lexington, Massachusetts, and teaches English at Concord Academy.