Becoming Glass
A fascination of mine.
You struck violently from the sky
and slashed your way out of the night
to fuse my grains into shape.
Will you let me linger in this new place—
In this Fulgurite, hot and vitreous?
I have given both breath and blood
to hollow out a home fit for love,
a funnel to hold your desires as they rise.
Come collect me when the storm passes
and the crabs begin to sidle once more.
Fill me with your tears or with wine,
we can become communal and divine.
Carry me to the box lined in red velvet
or shatter me if you choose.
Polish and wrap me in folds of Satin,
where I can finally rest in shining pieces.
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*Footnote: FULGURITE noun Geology
vitreous material formed of sand or other sediment fused by lightning.
ORIGIN—mid 19th century: from Latin fulgur ‘lightning’ + -ite1.
Source: New Oxford American English Dictionary
Jolen, I can say truthfully that I fully understand this poem. It is very clever and tells the complete story.
Bravo…
gerry x.
Hi Gerry,
Thank you so much for taking the time to read these pieces of mine. I can’t wait to finish your story! I’m well pleased that this one was clear to you.
blessings,
jolen
By the way I love that picture – its brill…
gerry x
Thank you, Gerry, I appreciate you coming back and I actually chose that picture for you in particular as it resembles a broomstick. It’s called “Witch is free’. How cool is that?
Hi Trevor: Thank you very much, I rather like that ‘master of metaphor’ bit. 🙂 I can appreciate you not wanting to put a drinking vessel on your shelf, I used the notion of it in this piece because we all too often allow others to ‘fill us’ with notions, feelings, misgivings. I think that it’s often difficult to keep in mind that we don’t need to reflect what others intend, but rather, be what we are, what we want to become, and then perhaps, if we deem it worthwhile, we can allow those things to be polished a bit… Read more »
Hi Jolen!
Wonderful to read you again. I loved this. What more can I say? You have taken an understanding of the crystal world and utilised it to amazing effect.
Passion, passion passion!
I understand the feeling here.
‘Come collect me when the storm passes
and the crabs begin to sidle once more. ‘
Truly original and poetic metaphor.
Carry me to the box lined in red velvet
or shatter me if you choose.
Breathtaking.
Really moved
Alison xx
PS Nominated. 😉
Allison! How fantastic to hear from you again. I can’t wait to catch up on your work as well and thank you very much for this awesome comment and for the nomination. I truly appreciate it. We’re moving house and once we’re settled, you’ll have to come down and visit. We will have more room! I hope this finds you well. I have missed you.
Love,
jolen
Jolen.
what a wonderful complete story and what a great use of the world of crystal.full of passion .yes I understand.I particularly like lines 6 and,7 I have given both breath and blood:
To hollow out a home fit for love.
A pleasure to read Jolen, well done..Peter.
Hello Peter, please forgive my late reply. Life has been overwhelming for over a year now and I’m just trying to catch my breath. I’m so pleased you enjoyed this piece and took the tie to leave me such a kind comment. Thank you.
blessings,
Jolen