A potter’s wheel spins with a rattle
set in motion by your long wooden stick.
I squat low on a nondescript stone
you look on from opposite.

My bare feet is red like the sand below,
As I intently try to shape
this lump of moist clay
fumbling slipping through my fingers.

I am not sure. But this time,
I want to learn how it’s done
Take my fingers in yours.
Lead this dance.

Let us together
mould a goblet of our desire
To drink deeply from this wine,
Before it vinegars.

Learning the ropes #OctPoWriMo

14 thoughts on “Learning the ropes #OctPoWriMo

  • October 22, 2018 at 4:01 am
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    This is truly beautiful! I like the idea of drinking from the wine before it vinegars. This poem is very seductively sensual in an understated way. I like that.

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  • October 22, 2018 at 3:14 am
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    This is beyond beautiful! 💖 Especially love; “My bare feet is red like the sand below/As I intently try to shape this lump of moist clay/fumbling slipping through my fingers. 💖

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  • October 22, 2018 at 1:18 am
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    I like the image of the pottery here and making the goblet to share the wine.

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  • October 22, 2018 at 12:42 am
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    I really love the imagery of pottery… and making a goblet for a wine to be shared.

    A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
    A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread–and Thou

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    • October 22, 2018 at 12:47 am
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      Ah that’ll be just perfect. Thanks Bjorn

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    • October 21, 2018 at 11:20 pm
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      Thank you Sherry. I adored yours

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