Showing posts with label Gems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gems. Show all posts

Friday, January 13, 2012

7. The Moon

As the master smiled and admired his work
The sun burst in and made a new demand.
“Make the gem a double,” she said.
“I want a beautiful pearl to go with my blue marble.”
“It must shine when I look at it.”
“It must hide my face when I want to show off my vibrant crown.”
“It has to be something that everyone will be talking about for ages.”
“Something that will be looked at for millennia.”
“Something they will do anything to get.”
“I want them to reach for my pearl because it’s hard”
“Not because it’s easy.”
“So that when they do reach out to grab it”
“They can stand up and triumphantly say they did it.”
“I’d like a few for the other gems too.”
At the sun’s demands a look of anger crossed the forge master’s face.
He took a Mars and hurled it with all his might.
The Mars flew toward the gem.
The two molten planets collided.
A great splash of hot, liquid metal came forth.
That last hammering made the gem smaller
The molten metals flowed out and slowly clumped together
An even smaller gem was formed.
The forge master smiled at how things turned out.
His gem continued to cool as it hardened.
The larger planet slowly cooled as well.
He made sure to skillfully hammer each piece.
Black patches of rock came back to the surface.
The gem was formed but not complete.
It needed color.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

5. The Solar System

A rotating disk of gas and dust
Swirling for millennia
Separating into pieces
Slowly coming together
Pressing themselves
Into smaller and smaller
Chunks of material.
They violently collide with each other
Turning up the heat
Melting together.
The sun ignited.
It peered out from behind her dusty veil into the dark
With its red hot face.
It watched the carnage and violence of the meteors.
As they collided,
Sparks flew out into the emptiness
Then rained down among the
Infant planets.
Slowly things calmed down
Out of many millions of pieces,
Nine remained.
The sun has a new collection of gems.
Dusting them off with stellar winds
She admired them
Tilting them one way
Then the other.
Some were blue.
Others red.
Some were dark.
A few were golden.
To go with the gems, the sun sported a metallic necklace.
She smiled brightly
At the work of the cosmic blacksmith.
Visitors from the neighborhood sometimes grew tails as they passed through.
They weep with joy at the wonderful jewelry the sun has.
New changes will happen in this part of the cosmos.
The great millennia have shown themselves to be good artisans and architects.
We must thank the prime architect,
The cosmic blacksmith,
Mysterious in all his ways.
Without whom the lesser ones wouldn’t have accomplished these things.