Cobalt and crisp she sat on the shelf
Pristine and painted and cold.
A vessel of value, of untarnished blue,
A vessel for eyes to behold.
Crack! The walls shook as the earth shifted plates,
The shelf tilted crazily south;
A blue brittle vessel felt gravity grip
And she tumbled headlong to the ground.
Smashed and crushed she lay on a heap
When the Potter shoved open the door,
He gathered the pieces and whistled a tune
Remembering a dream from before.
Next day found a Potter bent over His wheel;
His hands molding pieces of clay
Tears flowed down his beard and softened those shards
Oh, it proved to be Redemption Day.
Cheerful and charming she sits by the well
Smooth, yet porous deep down
A vessel lifegiving for watering, washing
Cracks zigzag up to her crown.
Chosen by One, The Humble Clay Potter—
He still hums a merry refrain—then
Dust wafts the air with wanderers astir.
Thirsty hearts drink and hope again.
Several of us are doing are doing a word prompt a day in July. “Clay” was yesterday’s prompt.
2 thoughts on “Clay”
Excellent! I always enjoy reading and am inspired by your writings, sis! ~Cynthia
Appreciate your poetry….and thought of this…see attachment