Monday 12 August 2013

Careless

Chubby fingers dig
Into amorphous meaty clay
Earthy eels dart
Through clenched fists
The wheel hurtles
Squeaking with the tiny potter
Ochre foam spatters
The boy giggles
As,
      half-formed,
His vase becomes a
Lifeless thing
Once more
 

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