By Oliver Tearle
This weathered jewel began as normal shards
of shattered glass, but given enough time
and natural persistence from the seaboards,
that sharp, translucent, brittle crystalline
material, just so much composite sand, is ground
from broken bottles or even distant shipwrecks
until sharp edges become smoothed and round.
This cocktail of colour, found among the rocks,
crafted by the patient ocean’s constant dance,
leads this same glass to lose its former lustre.
But whilst it loses this, it gains a gloss
of frost slow-formed that shapes a stronger matter,
a shell as tough as nature can command,
and fragile glass becomes as hard as diamond.