Prism of molten crystal
Red-hot miracle of light, heat, and skill
Fiery inferno throwing sparks and glittering shards
As the cutters scream through to the core or graze the surface
Crafting fabulous shapes and abysmal compositions.
Shapes of distinction meet frozen eagles
Or strange blossoms budding among stars and spangles
Secret visions create chandeliers that sing and glitter,
Wondrous phenomenon of this world or another.
Chalices of light shed colours of every rainbow
Dreams of waterfalls and bright green woods
Saturated with soft luminosity
Steeped in wonder
But hard as steel
Until it shatters
Turning back
To the core
To resurge
Set for renaissance
In ever changing spectres
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© HMH, 2013
A wonderful shape poem and fabulous descriptions of the production of the fantastic Waterford Crystal. So well constructed, Hanne,
Thank you so much, Millie. I’m happy and honoured.
I’ve always been fascinated by crystal both the process of making it and the beauty of the finished product.