Emerald, unfold! Are you alive?
I have heard that crystals live.
Walk, on glinting polished points.
Talk, a rush of cold green smoke.
Fly across the room.
I recall a fairy girl who hid behind an emerald.
She was fire, dressed in red
And used the emerald to shield her
From an airy presence.
I love that shade, like summer grass,
Love the surface, cut at angles.
Place it in my jewel box.
I write occult and visionary fiction, and self-publish it as free books. I also write poetry and flash fiction, some of which is occult and visionary but not all, and I belong to a Spoken Word group for writers in my local area.
My Instagram is candyray1 and my WordPress blog is candyrayblog.wordpress.com
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1 thought on “Emerald”
Yes, crystals grow by feeding off the earth and sunlight and react to stimuli, have an organized structure and reproduce.. I would say they are alive.