Distant spires
Formed of glistening
Glass, carefully
Pieced together.
Tall crystal pillars
Reaching into the sky,
Latticework of ice
Frames and strengthens
The whole.
Viewed from afar,
The gleaming
Supports
Look firm,
Unshakeable,
Capable of weathering
Any storm,
Able to withstand
Any earthquake.
Upon closer inspection,
Flaws are seen,
More is revealed.
Glistening glass becomes
Crystallized breaks,
Branching out within
The pillars, catching
The light, brittle
In the sun.
Tall spires become
Jagged, broken spikes,
Edges sharp and
Dangerous,
Standing ready to impale
The sky upon them
Should it fall.
Mindscape
"...standing ready to impale the sky upon them..." The encounter with this image leaves me breathless - The poem is am intriguing portrait of the evolving mind. - Lady A