Crystal

The 

beautiful shining of my chandelier

made of crystal and

old memories

Those of my grandmother putting it

up

those of my sister breaking the bulbs

The

way it swayed when people above

walked across the creaky wooden floors

and how it left rainbows across

the walls.

walls painted with color

The

colorless points of the dangling shapes

as it sparkled when the sunlight 

from the stain glass window 

hit it

Beautiful colorless shapes

of my chandelier 

Reviews

[ASAPalyssa]

very descriptive and awesome imagery!

[Mariaspain]

Very descriptive, i really like it!!

[KatieBug]

Very pretty with the way you wrote this poem