Poetry The Jeweler Posted by iridescentlover on October 17, 2014October 17, 2014 She was a raw opal stone – A rough and brilliant fire; What set him apart Was the idea to craft a setting all her own, Cradling high with arms of gold that would hold no other, Rather than cut her down To fit the premolded designs of the rest. Share this: Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest More Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading... Related