Agate
By Ewan
Sat, 16 Feb 2008
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Some magic stones gained their name
from Theophrastus
on the banks of the Achates.
Beliefs yet abound:
this silica quartz soothes the scorpion’s sting,
a Chalcodeny that charms the snake,
stills the electrical storm.
Persian Magi wore them in
finger rings; Caspar
kept his offering, on
Balthazar’s advice,
taking Melchior’s suggestion that gold would do.
The Name of God, or Ali, inscribed
in rings on Shia right hands.
In Idar-Oberstein where
cold Teutons hacked out
frozen light in chips and rocks
the stone is mined still:
machine tooling gew-gaws for the new travellers,
unaware of history or myth
carried in the heart of stones.
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I have no idea why but this
I have no idea why but this put me in mind of the Topkapi museum in Istanbul. I vivisted when I was eleven and had no appreciation for anything, it was a wasted experience that I would treasure today. Lovely poem, but gosh you know some big words. It's feeding night for my blood python tonight, I'll ask him if he wants a chalcodeny to charm him if he plays up. Lovely.
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It has a lovely resonance
It has a lovely resonance and a new take on the three Kings.
Lfuller
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