The wheel whirred a smooth sound filled the room
Like the kiss of a promise
Of what was to come
Glass and steel embrace become as one
The master craftsman at work creation
steady and sure
Glass tears cascade like a gentle waterfall in spring
Before the glassmakers tool
The room fell silent in awe
The assembled womenfolk and their men
Transfixed in time not of their own
Sean ,tuned to the song of the steel
sires the iniinate sand
The rose its beauty and its thorns given birth beneath his skilful touch
Ancient history
reborn
Transformed
As glass resembles symbolic Celtic times
The claddagh like an ethereal creature takes form
a groom emerging to claim his beloved bride
The s sense of ancient wedding vows emerging from the mist of time.
Pervade the room
Like the kiss of a prince awaking
The air is filled with a sense of love of bygone times
ancient Celtic life is personified
Pure as ancient stories recounted by fires light
Passed down from father to son
The silent watchers are mesmerised
Tuned into the rhythmic movement of master craftsman and the hum of steel
Eyes roved on the reactor.s hands
Glass tears like silver crystals
Thee watchers sense could fatho the revelation of that was forming
A sense of uplifting fills the room
Tuned to the rhythm of the sound of the wheel as it
Worked in tandem with the artist touch
Creation is complete
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