Traveling the hollows, Of this deep, damp, mountain, Seeking treasure in mother earth, Placed eons ago in times unknown.
Lanterns shedding light, Illuminating the dark depths, Casting elongated shadows, On the dark tunnelled walls
Soft gold metal woven in tendrils Through ponderous tons of granite. Given away by the presence of Shards of broken quartz, Shining dully at my feet.
Why is this golden metal so precious? Why would men give their lives for it? Indeed, beautiful, rare, mysterious. But I find myself captured by the reflections, In these quartz crystals.
Not only quartz, but diamonds, Emeralds, rubies, sapphires. Heated and compressed over millenia, Awaiting discovery in mother earth's, Deep dark recesses.
Brought to the surface, Faceted, polished, mounted. Dazzling, sparkling color, Eye-catching, elegant, mesmerizing.
A scintillating gem of a piece that took me spelunking wonderlands far beneath the surface of the world and marveling at nature in all it's magnificence.
I love tressure hunting in fact i did time for it hey if people are gonna misplace there credit cards then im gonna find em and treat myself to reward and a few lapdances and spa treatments im just saying a girls got needs.
great write as always my friend
you stay crazy and i'll stay Gonzo cheers.
ooo I really enjoyed this one - the jewels of nature - perhaps the rarest of them all as it takes an observant eye to catch them - as you have here - the golds men die over - the crystals women fight over - all from nature - though so much emphasis on the rocks - what about the sights.. nice write!
It is said that the diamonds in South Africa are caused by Kimberlite eruptions, pressures deep within the Earth cause those plentifully rare gems to be made. Very nice description of jewels that we have to know and love.
Isn't it wonderful that nature has turned up so many wondeful things that we stand in awe of, from mountains to emeralds, and we see the beauty of them all.....would love to find a wee ruby in its natural state, they must be sweet to hold.
A happy and warm poem Judy x