`for the fairy glass people in my life, and for Marcee, 
who taught me about fairy glass and magic..................

 

The Writings of Mongsee ... by Marcia Wickes

Fairy Glass  

Tonight, while cooking, I paused and pulled down
The old  jar of fairy glass 
That always sits in my kitchen window.
I held it to the waning light and 
Again marveled at its beauty.
Simple pieces of glass, clear and blue and green and brown,
Discarded long ago,
And tossed and tumbled in the lake......
Beaten against rock, weathered by waves,
Polished by sand and left on the beach,
All jagged edges gone, as smooth and soft
As the muzzle of a horse........
(I still can hear my daughter, 'look, mommy,
Here's another one......' as we gathered it on
The shores of Lake Michigan, one chilly autumn day
When my little girl was still little.........)
It is there to be found, by anyone
Who cares to look  for it.....
We call it fairy glass, for truly it is magical....
Tonight I looked again at the jar
Filled with water and lovely shards 
And I pondered at the oddity of it all.......
Some of the people in my life
Are fairy glass people......
Broken and discarded,
They are washed against the shoals of time.........
And buffeted by the waves of fate.........
Polished by life's hard edges and
Left for lost, upon the shore,
Waiting to be discovered by
A careful eye............
Goddess bless the fairy glass people.
When held to the light, their beauty
Shines.   It shines.  It shines