Glass - Poem by Michelle Freeman
I walk through the strangest glass
I walk through and it doesn’t cut me.
Clear, transparent glass
So blue, so green, so clear
I fall causing shatters, splinters
I fall breaking the surface
I fall and it doesn’t cut me.
I swim through broken glass:
I swim through and it doesn’t cut me
I emerge from the strangest glass
I emerge without a cut on my body.
I dress and turn
I dress and watch the glass become whole again.
No more slivers
No more splinters
Just glass – plain still glass
I walked away from the strangest glass
I swam in it and it didn’t cut me.
Saturday,5th March 2005
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