BROKEN GLASS

Broken glass is such a beautiful thing.

It can be found everywhere we go

There is no escaping it.

I hold a piece up to the sun

It catches the colours of the rainbow

On its fractured surface, all the

Shades of the sun and more.

On the beach pebbles are made

From pieces of glass that

Once were bottles and all things nice.

Smooth and rounded by the tide

There’s always a jagged edge where

The sea can’t reach, to catch

The sun and blind your eyes.

Shattered pieces of a car’s

Windscreen are all the same shape,

All square and sharp

To cut your delicate fingers.

Be careful, the beauty of glass

Will take no prisoners and it’ll

Make you pay for its beauty.