12/27/2024
Glass & Bandages
By: Jenipher Sutherland
Squares and scraps of fragile glass sit patiently
I wait for them to speak to me and maneuver my mind
Inspiring me to shape them into something opulent
A kaleidoscope of colors
Blues the hue of the sky, the ocean, my eyes
Greens that echo emeralds, avocados, and clover
Sanguine shades that recall strawberries, ladybugs, and persimmons
Golden yellows that shimmer like sunshine
Iridescence emanates flashes of rainbows
Some feel like pebbles
Like ripples
Like…
…my hands
Covered in bandages
Protecting the bites and scratches
Of those scraps and squares
I’d like you to consider the glass itself
The cutter, the grinder, the soldering iron
Are also bandages
Healing me from within
For is not the act of creation
A salve for the soul?