Visions of Ancient Gem Stones

Visions Of Ancient Gem Stones Original in a complex textured bed of ugly scattered rocks A reddish garnet, more on the line of purplish red Pretending to be ruby or ruby like Lifted up in Pyramid form before prospectors It reached out to them with its red shocking facets first Next to this wondrous find, holding on to dirt and earth A ruby captured by the miners yellow glow from helmets Embedded next to garnet almost out of sight In brilliance and simplicity, sitting there and gleaming Down where the air is thicker than quick sand Cold men from entrenched caverns, filthy from head to toe, worked Stumbled over other elements that came up from nowhere Turquoise, opals, and jade, opened up to clinking tools Unearthed with alien forming faces Amber grew there too for fifty thousand years Waiting to be born up in miner’s hands Rock like wrinkled fingers that still touched Their souls and work with gentle grace Moving down deeper in the twisting mine Safire fragments clutched by old men they never met before Emeralds could not hide forever in their fervor to be green They were too precious and must be cleaned and prepped Workers gazed as topaz buds, emerged in multi-color patches As they moved in with the precision of a surgeon Tools so subtle to remove the mysteries from their homes Other elements came up like magic As the men marched down the mines, pickax in hand Visions of ancient stones appeared among the rocks While pictures of wealth and gold worked on their minds Created on 11/09/14 for Precious Stones And Gems – Poetry Contest