Snowflake Obsidian

a tiny sphere of speckled grey

once lurked in secret on a shelf

behind a tarot card display

when sudden struck, it hurled itself

from silent birth in cradled heat

through glowing veins of salted dirt,

where liquid black condensed complete

before a bloom distilled a skirt

of flowing fire’s grey debris,

encased in glass it lingers still,

as crashing down its way to me

it rolled to stop with hidden skill

and waited longer under bed

until i gave to you its thread.

• August 2025

Submission History

Date	Publication	Status
August 25, 2025	Oxford Poetry Prize	Pending
August 25, 2025	32 Poems	Pending
August 25, 2025	The Celestial Glossry	Pending
August 26, 2025	The Plentitudes	Pending
August 27, 2025	La Piccioletta Barca	Pending