2.g.l.a.s.s. .h.e.a.r.t.
slide open the door,
dip the rod in the blaze
and scoop up a glob.
the Creator.
He molds the molten glass,
not unlike the rock that shaped the earth.
an island.
it is a glint of something more
in a sea of nothingness,
the shop.
the glowing mass takes His form
as rolling and stretching seizes it,
wear and tear shape it
into something truly beautiful.
the Glassblower.
taking cue from the wind,
He breathes life into
the glass heart.
the crowd.
they ooh and ahh
at the marvel.
it sprang into being
right before their very eyes.
the Maker holds up a finger,
wait.
brings it to His lips,
hush.
then points at His creation.
watch.
the crowd waits with bated breath
to see the miracle occur.
the glass begins to cool.
eyes fasten on the wonder.
what colour will it be?
clear? the epitome of pure?
pink? to see the world through rosy glass?
red? an item of passion?
blue? calm skies and sea?
green? purple? black? gold?
the suggestions come pouring out
from the murmur of onlookers.
a gaggle of children climb over themselves
to get a peek
as the Creator gazes lovingly at His work,
touching it lightly to test that it has cooled.
hold it up to the light!
young ones shriek and giggle with anticipation.
yes, yes, let us see!
the clamor grows with the tension of suspense.
He smiles, obligingly, and reaches for the masterpiece.
it wobbles.
the crowd gasps,
and all is silent
as it falls off the table
and shatters
into a million pieces.
a/n- i usually don't ask for comments, but any comments or constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated. i hope to submit this to my school's magazine. thanks for reading! xoxo-xan