This pretty mask we wear conceals

A closer look beyond reveals-

Resolve: We know where we come from.

Granite City girls are strong!

Forged by fire that heat remains

As magma in volcanic veins.

There’s mica in our eyes that glint

A flash of fire as hard as flint.

And softness too, make no mistake

For we can bend but will not break.

Our Silver City’s calm allure-

We mirror: We will too endure.


By Fiona Lochhead      April 2013