The Fieldstone Review

A Shining Light

A shining light amidst the shadow of “discovery,”
there came on tides of blue and grey
fresh death of stories lost to all recovery,
veiled by “seize the day.”
Histories laid to “rest” in porcelain tombs,
there came The Pale Hand that wrote
The History, stifling colonial gaze,
the stories of those who arrived by boat.
“This thing of darkness I acknowledge mine.”