(written by request, for T.)
Beautiful glass girl, refracting the light from other sources
Admired, carefully cared for,
Protected and turned by other hands
To an angle and an attitude that pleases.
Glass Girl, full of grace
Who are you when there's no one there?
And why do you dance all night
Frozen in place
The image of whatever ornament is needed?
And despite all the pleasing and smiling,
There came a day when you were taken from your delicate case and hocked
And sticker shock
Made beauty an extravagance, a red-headed stepchild to necessity.
Practicality the killer of
After all the sheltering hands that had known you,
Bless the gypsy who stole you
And discovered your body was not of glass but of ice.
Water has motion
And current can carry or conduct;
Steam obscures or warms
So when magic meets magician
It is the marks who gasp and refract
Like so many jewels on a rope.
There is a reason
The three fates are women.
They led you back home
To your admirers again.
But this time, when the music began,
When they smilingly reached to pose you
With their presumptuous hands,
They received the violent beauty of lightning instead.
No longer a glass girl
Posed on a stand
You call down the storm
With a diamond's command.