Thursday, October 7, 2010


22. a poem about building or
creating something by hand

Ephemeral Artist Creates
Clay Display

One mould creates
a family, a whano,
sombre faces, introvert
winsome, wild. He is
their life-giver -
they populate the park.

Glued with clay
whether to tree trunk
or shards of historic
crockery, they are deep
in thought, deeply
offering thanks.

Fired, they gleam with
another heat - lit from 
within, they embed 
themselves in popular 
memory: not just pottery - 
a gallery of graces.

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