poem written based upon this image -- an online poetry class assignment
Night settles in a pale blue hush, and the glass seed in my palm carries a faint shimmer as if remembering its own beginning. Ice loosens along the edges of things~ a quiet alchemy I feel in my ribs. I hold the seed to the light, and something inside it softens. I open my hand, and the seed brightens just enough to suggest a direction. Not a command~ just a small, soft defiance against the cold.
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