January 21st – The glittering gem held all the secrets of the past
Held up to the light, and turned
to the right angle, you could see
whatever you wanted to see.
It was all there, held in the centuries,
millennia, epochs even, of its own past.
and given time and space to take sides,
it lit up someone’s face, mined
or picked up, or stumbled across.
Older than plants, older than coal,
they are the earth itself; shaped
by nature. It takes days to cut
the rough stone, but only when it’s cut
it sparkles. Only then, held up
to the light, do the secrets shine.
Inspired by a prompt from here.