A Riddle
by Mandy Doerr
A liquid frozen in time
So that its shape is clear
Whose bells delicately chime
To the delight of the human ear
It can show things as they should be
Protect them as they are
The tiny mote it lets you see
Or the distant shining stars
It has great power over light
And can bend it to its will
Expand a spectrum into sight
Or compress it to a burning quill
Copyright © 1998, Amanda D. Doerr