(In full disclosure I read a book about the glassmakers of Murano, and the idea of this poem germinated there)
Our craft is delicate, dangerous, precise
A moment of carelessness can exact a huge price
We work at hot temperatures, make glass bend and conform
To our imagination, creating unique shapes and forms
The glass beads, cristallo and chandeliers we create
Are magical, and adorn the palaces and persons of heads of state
Come to Murano and witness us in action
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In Bohemia we made glass that was built to last
Our glassware enjoyed distribution vast
In the Palace of Versailles immortalized
Witness our magnificent crystals prized
For their craftsmanship far and wide
Glassmaking is for Prague a matter of pride
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In the Indian town of Firozabad we have been
Making glass bangles for 200 years, our craft has seen
Little change, our colorful creations continue to adorn
The wrists of married women, for generations they have worn
Glass bangles made by our community
They are an integral accessory
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Different parts of the world, different ways to create
A substance so hard, so fragile in its formed state
The world has changed but these craftsmen continue
To shape glass to their fancy as they used to..
Passion...unbridled 