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Well Evelyne, this weeks' QQW is winding down: I am waiting for your poem!

I finished the one I started some time ago, not satisfied with it: but hey!!

 

The Kiln Song

 

Twas the night of the firing,

And all through the studio,

Crystals were growing,

Even though they are pseudo.

 

When up through the controller,

The temps they did climb,

Even though my old elements,

Laid over like dimes.

 

On copper, on cobalt, on ZNO,

For tomorrow after is the art show,

On titania, on mango, and SiO2,

No time for reduction on this load.

 

If only I had fired the day before,

Then I would open this door,

Even then a strike firing at best,

Alas, but this load will sell for less.

 

If only somehow the copper bled,

Giving me one pot turned to red,

Then with joy I would affix,

Thrice the price for best pick.

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No QOTW is ever winding down Nerd! Look at all the answers I get month after I posted a question. It's an ongoing QOT-X (insert week/month/year/ etc.). Sooooo you have to wait a while longer for my poem. BUT, stay tuned or you'll miss it.... :P:D

 

Pres: I am impressed! Really great poem.

 

And to everybody who contributed: thank you so much for all the poetry. This was a break QOTW from all the potters problems we (sometimes) have. I enjoyed your jumping into cold water and write poetry.

 

A bouquet of roses to all our poetry writers on this forum!! :wub:

 

(pssst, Nerd, there is no new QOTW from you in my inbox. How shall we have fun without your great ideas! Come on, don't let me down....).

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okay, so I am terrible at poetry, i slept through most of it in highschool. but I figured I would add in my randomness, since I enjoyed almost everyone elses. not really a poem, more like words with some rhyming every so often. ...

 

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Schools back in session.

I miss my son, but alas

back to my obsession.

 

Each day I make pots,

I mix glazes and think

will i find my goal?

will i find my mark?

sometimes i feel like im shooting in the dark.

 

drips here, marks there,

dark glazes and crawling

crystals sprawling.

confused and delight

will this kiln load turn out alright?

 

opinions from others

weighing my thoughts

do i need a blue?

surely not!

will my pots sell?

only time will tell.

 

until then I must 

continue making

pot by pot.

success isn't easy

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Joseph:

 

Writing a poem for the first time ranks right up there with learning how to center clay. I think you learned how the first time out!

 

Nerd

 

Eveylne, give me some time to figure out a really bizarre, but probing question. Aliens from Mars told us that potters really do have favorite glazes or colors: even though it is industry protocol to deny it. Poetry told us what aspects of clay is on peoples mind. Like you, I was really impressed by the submissions. I "liked" everyone, had to come back the next day to mark likes because I kept running out.

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With a nod to my two favourite poems - Night Mail by W H Auden and Sea Fever by John Masefield 

 

This is the small kiln firing to order
Bringing the pots and the tile border
Pots for the rich, pots for the poor
The shop at the corner and the folks next door
Pushing up heatwork, a steady climb,
The kiln gods against her, but ending on time,
Past ancient history and even older
Shovelling white steam over her shoulder
Snorting noisily as she passes
Silent fogging of my glasses

 

 

I must go down to the kiln again, to the lonely stack and the sky.

And all I ask is a bisqued pot and a brush to glaze her by;

And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white slip shaking,

And a matt glaze on the pot’s face, and a glossy glaze breaking.

 

I must go down to the kiln again, for the call of the iron oxide

Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; 

And all I ask is a calm day with the white clouds lying,

And the flung spray and the blown oxide, and the shoppers all buying.

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