smashed sand glittering on a beach of black asphalt.
You can think of it so: or as bits of broken kaleidoscope,
or as crystals spilled from the white throat of a geode.
You can use metaphor to move the glass as far as possible
from the raised hands that threw the bottle
for their own reasons of amusement, or despair, or the desire
to make a cymbal crash in the ears of midnight sleepers.
Or you can use words like your needle, the probe curious
in tough heels, your bare feet having walked in risky places.
You can work to the surface the irritant, pain, the glass
sliver to blink in the light, sharp as a question.
- Sharp Glass by Minnie Bruce Pratt
View all posts tagged as Poetry Friday at Bildungsroman.
View the roundup schedule at A Year of Reading.
Learn more about Poetry Friday.