Shadorma 320, Shadorma 321, Shadorma 322

From the poetry collection published in 2021 containing poems written in 2020, The Immediate and No Sooner.

Shadorma 320

three spiders
knit up bleached white yarn –
cobweb lace
high thin clouds
stretch across the dark night sky
lustrous in moonlight

Shadorma 321

Blue inside
this teapot should be –
Pour blue glaze
where hot tea
will one day wait for a cup.
Turn wrist. Pour out. Blue.

Shadorma 322

Frayed cobweb
its spider cast off
to its fate
in autumn
seizes brown leaf by its stem
Ties it. No escape.

7 thoughts on “Shadorma 320, Shadorma 321, Shadorma 322

    • 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!

    • 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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