From the poetry collection published in 2021 containing poems written in 2020, The Immediate and No Sooner.
knit up bleached white yarn –
high thin clouds
stretch across the dark night sky
lustrous in moonlight
this teapot should be –
Pour blue glaze
where hot tea
will one day wait for a cup.
Turn wrist. Pour out. Blue.
its spider cast off
to its fate
seizes brown leaf by its stem
Ties it. No escape.
7 thoughts on “Shadorma 320, Shadorma 321, Shadorma 322”
The image of the spider web in the moonlight in the first poem is lovely.
Thank you. I have always liked spiders and especially cobwebs, I marveled at how such a creation could what seeemed to me at the time, spontaneously arise. Like magic.
They are magical–except when you accidentally walk into one. 😏
All excellent. Spider webs are wonders, and a teapot is always inviting. (K)
When I learned to dip glaze I became entranced by the motions your arms and hands do to get the glazed to sweep over the surfaces and I was reminded of swirling tea in a cup or pot, and voila, the poem!
I love hot tea and I love spiders so this trio of poems automatically appeals to me. There is something particularly enchanting and magical about the first poem.
Well, you know that spiders are characters in movers and shakers in all kinds of myth and legend and there is a reason for that, I think, they are simply fascinating and with their web spinning abilities, magical, too.
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