"Amethyst (a poem)" by Sarah Johanesen

Ooh amethysties! Amethysts are among my favorite semi-precious stones. I love all the members of the quartz family, but amethyst's purple is irresistable. I once wrote a poem about an underground chasm filled with sentient quartz-family crystals...and when the school literary magazine published it they changed "rutilated quartz" to "MUTILATED quartz"! *strangles editors*

I like to go to the local rock shop and peer into the shimmering depths of this huge amethyst rock way bigger than a human head, that's had the rough outer rock cut away so you can see the amethysts inside. And then I like to hold the large highly polished pure amethyst points in my hand and feel the buzz...yeah, yeah, New Agey crap but there is a resonance there. But of course my love of amethyst is surpassed only by the alpha and omega of all crystals, clear quartz. I've gotten a lot of inspiration from the mineral world. I wrote this long prose thing, not quite a story, that has a huge hill-sized geode with huge crystals inside the "cave"....it starts with the sentence, "A cliff of polished amethyst radiated glowing purple rays out into the harbor."
You should do a series, with a poem about clear quartz, citrine, rose quartz, rutilated quartz, and smoky quartz.

I love the poem it made me cry

Sarah Johanesen replies: "  Thank you for sharing your gut reaction, I wouldn't have the guts to... didn't think I could make people cry."