Sole

I was  clay.
beaten and kneaded.
pinched and shaped.
my lines were patiently carved.
I dried.
for hours I flamed.
was adorned with colourful strokes.
in hot kilns I wept my glazes.
I burned.
I blazed.
I’ve bloomed for you…

 

E.B.

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