\"Writing.Com
*Magnify*
    November     ►
SMTWTFS
     
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
11
12
13
14
15
16
17
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
25
26
27
28
29
30
Archive RSS
SPONSORED LINKS
Printed from https://writing.com/main/books/entry_id/419086-My-Clay
by Joy Author IconMail Icon
Rated: 13+ · Book · Personal · #757065
A poetry journal of everyday clippings
#419086 added April 12, 2006 at 7:50pm
Restrictions: None
My Clay
My kiln is hot;
the pedal under my feet
bounces up and down with ecstasy
as I sit at the potter's wheel
and spin my clay, shaping
what? An urn, a vase, a jar,
an amphora? But no, my container
has to be more.
Not porcelain or fictile,
since I'll fire without
breaking, and I'm still
in the making.

My container
cannot fit to a mold;
it will be handmade,
without a pallet shaped,
nudged, pulled, flattened,
and in patience, tempered.
Never mind the coarse outside;
I fumble more with punching,
pinching, and correcting the inside,
to urge delicacy, smoothness,
and ease; so, the container can
bounce back sturdily after a tumble,
and rock back and forth, in character,
while the world repeats itself
spinning, turning,
churning, spurning
my kneaded clay.



© Copyright 2006 Joy (UN: joycag at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Joy has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.
Printed from https://writing.com/main/books/entry_id/419086-My-Clay