Crystal
By Maia A
[not published yet]
Tap, Tap, Tap I tapped my crystal,
My crystal, it makes me feel soft as a cloud,
So quiet, it won’t make a sound,
So deep in the ground,
Now in my hand,
Stripy as can be,
Maybe one day, it won’t only be special to me.
Solid like a clay brick,
But it also makes me feel fluffy like a fluffy chick.
Cutting edges like spiky hedges,
Straight as a ruler,
Tall like a mall.
Reminds me of the torch that holds the Olympic flame,
And the smoke that comes out of a train,
The transparent window of plane,
My crystal, so immobile and motionless,
So rigid, firm and stiff,
Never thought I’d love it so much,
Even though I got it from a market shop.