Mirage.
As I caught the scent of crystalline
charm I felt I must buy it.
Inside the shape
of blown-glass were imaginary forms
of curled serpentine convolutions.
Paperweight spirals
snaked upward, black-lined core
transformed writhing tendrils
of scintillation from asp
into fish then serpent then bird.
Meandering talent
wrought sinuous kinks from wavering
images of silver-pearl frames,
swirling forms revealed
nature in movement, a unique talent
coiled reptilian likeness
by fluent changes in congealed space
as entwined silhouettes
rotated throughout lit opalescence.
Encased in transparent artistic whirls
of configuration both sculptor
and I shared the excitement of blown
shape-shifting mystery.
Clearly bent on twisting
my heartstrings that vitrified mirage
sensed I could not resist.
And as I viewed the aim of petrified
glass I knew I must have it.