I hope Beth doesn't mind. I thought her poem 'Clay Work' would be a good place to begin.Clay Work
Sculpting her features
Like her smile and her eyes
Big bright blue pools
Of magic and light
Her smile will be kind
Engaging wonders of life
And soft words that emerge
Will be a sweet song verse
The clay magic's moulded
Has kept beauty beneath
For the creator's eyes only
So marvellous and deep.
Beth says: This poem is about my dad, who makes pots. I have turned the pot into a human that he has sculpted, to show how he interprets his art into beauty.
A meditation on creativity and inspiration? It makes me think of a Neil Young song called 'The Painter'.
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