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

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gerry

Jolen, I can say truthfully that I fully understand this poem. It is very clever and tells the complete story.
Bravo…
gerry x.

gerry

By the way I love that picture – its brill…
gerry x

stormwolf

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. 😉

pommer

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.