Blown Glass Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

blown glass


created from fire
born in heat from pieces of earth
molded by blocks
spinning in embers
I glow
I radiate
waiting for the breath of life
expanding orange
swirling red
hot
I need more
I desire more
I want more
fill me till I am stretched thin
delicate,
but hardened by that which surrounds me.
colors swirl, cooling
muted by life
by time.
Patience my love
it will become clear.
cast aside to temper
I am fragile
touch me
I mold to you
press me tightly
I shatter.
returned from whence I came.