The Potter's Wheel
I've put love on a potter's wheel
Applied it with a sprinkling of words
Shaped terracotta like a goldsmith
Held their bars; their molten innards.
Their bodies' ingots shimmering…
A picture framed around gold-leaf.
Till, like the climbs of a silver moon
They're etched in my own relief.
Sculptured like a melting snow
I've felt their pearls slip back on the necklace
And like a tree of blossom
All is swept into an ocean - verbless
Like a vessel smashed into a million pieces.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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