Murano Chandelier
In Murano's heart, where fire takes its hold,
Molten glass awakens, a story untold.
The maestro, a sculptor with breath as his tool,
Shapes molten dreams, breaking the fiery rule.
From the furnace's depths, a fiery bloom,
Gathers on the canna, dispelling the gloom.
Blown with practiced breath, a form takes its birth,
A chandelier's frame cradled on this Earth.
Frit dances within, a symphony bright,
Millefiori's whispers, a floral delight.
Enamel's caress, a touch of jewelled grace,
Each hue a whispered secret, on the glass's face.
Punti's gentle bite, a curve takes its form,
Twists and points emerge, defying the norm.
Reheated and refined, in a fiery embrace,
The glass yields to the maestro, leaving no trace.
Of imperfections past, a masterpiece nears,
Lamp-worked blooms blossom, dispelling all fears.
Metal whispers support, a hidden embrace,
A dance of light and shadow, in this ethereal space.
Then, in the lehr's slumber, a slow, cooling sleep,
Brittle dreams are tempered, secrets they keep.
Assembled with care, each piece finds its place,
A constellation of glass, a radiant embrace.
Polished to brilliance, a symphony gleams,
Murano's magic, a world in its beams.
A fiery creation, a legacy bold,
This chandelier's story forever unfolds.
Copyright ©
Dr. Padmashree R P
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