My Amethyst
By Jack M
Dusty as an old book,
My amethyst is ancient.
Like a gem on a forgotten beach it still sparkles in the daylight.
A stone bass that has a crystallised crystal.
1,2,3,4 with more spikes than I can count.
Sometimes I wonder how my amethyst was formed in the ground.
My Amethyst is a castle white crystal guarding the purple treasure in the middle of the fort and as time goes I keep my amethyst gains memories.
Like a star it glows purple in the dark.
Untouched until its arrival to see its first daylight.
