The glass

The glass sits before

Its pattern unique

Red lines become blended

As splashes of blue are embedded 

The glass is plain

But it draws me

Why these two colours

Why not a selection of others 

Red shows power

Strength and confidence

Blue is submission

Shy and awkward indecision 

This glass is us

You and I

The now and then

A tangled, woven trend 

I turn it round

Where do the lines end?

Where do the lines begin?

On what do the splashes depend? 

Seems like a circle

The really never ends

A struggle that recurs

Over and over again 

I watch the glass

Eyeing it over time

The splashes are fading

The red becomes more defined 

The glass is faulty

It’s losing its appeal

The balance has been lost

It no longer seems real

Can it be restored?

Is it worth the effort?

Only the red can decide

The splashes have lost heart 

It was a beautiful glass

And it can be again

If the red and blue

Together will blend