Confecting ceramic shadows

Daylight stretches stylized shadows Sunday afternoon,

scores of creeping shards coalesce against grass,  

grafting gray mâché atop green confetti,

hovering air centered as the earth’s axis

spins and throws glaze onto clay,

the side-cast sun a porcelain pancake

expiring steam at the periphery,   

until ghostly gouache gestalts  

are all that remain, rising sky high 

to slip an opaque ceiling into place

akin to a kiln confecting pottery.

About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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6 Responses to Confecting ceramic shadows

  1. Ishaiya says:

    You evoke great imagery with this piece. Thank you for sharing 🙂

    • Thank you, Ishaiya! Your kind words are much appreciated! I started remembering my pottery class from high school and this poem was born on the spinning wheel of my brain. There is nothing better than seeing a raw lump of clay labored over and sculpted into beautiful visual poetry. Hope you are having a wonderful day, my friend!
      Cheers,
      Tyler 🙂

      • Ishaiya says:

        “There is nothing better than seeing a raw lump of clay labored over and sculpted into beautiful visual poetry” I love that! It’s been a good day so far if a little slow on the start up this morning. I hope too that you are enjoying your day. 🙂
        Ishaiya

  2. Reblogged this on The ancient eavesdropper and commented:

    Last weekend, I started remembering my pottery class from high school and this poem was born on the spinning wheel of my brain. There is nothing better than seeing a raw lump of clay labored over and sculpted into beautiful visual poetry. Enjoy!

  3. words4jp says:

    i love your wordplay – it is priceless!

    • Thank you, Kim! Have you ever taken a pottery class? There is something very therapeutic about sculpting formless clay into a creature of beauty. Almost like blurting your first words as a baby. You ask yourself (in so many words), did that just come from me???
      Cheers,
      Tyler 🙂

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