The Potters Furnace 1 We all hope, in our lives, For things – big or small- For miracles and dreams to come true. We wish on shooting stars That dash across the vast, dark sky. We pray to Gods we may never know For things we cannot control. We look to the universe for signs, Guidance and a hand to hold. What would life be without hopes, Hopes of better things to come hurrying in our direction, Of exciting things to do, Places to go, people to meet. Hopes are so fragile set in another’s hands, Sometimes so in your own. Shattered, mended but a piece must stay If not today maybe tomorrow, you’ll say If not tomorrow maybe the next, or month or year… But the light must not go out. Please. Let the embers spark and burn, Smouldering away in your core Till someone or something Comes with oxygen, logs, fuel to set your soul back into a passionate roaring blaze. 2 Clay cracks In the heat Broken, thrown out. Clay hardens In the heat An object made, cherished. Shattered shafts or craftily created Is it worth the risk? 3 Notes on Fire Crickle, crackle, Pop Spark and fly Red hot embers go to grey cold at the top A journey from vibrancy to dullness Of life to death? Flesh to stone. Crickle, crackle, hiss Rage and grow Tall in the confines of your birthplace Reaching the heights, curving out low, all-encompassing you glow. I used to be afraid of you With your smoky tentacles outstretched Aiming for my neck. Boiling to the touch Bubbling my blood Devouring what you reach Feasting on creation Altering the landscape With a singed ridge. London bridge is falling down, Homes tumbling into your awaiting jaws, Your teeth searing into timber topples People pace fast to escape your climbing claws Scrambling for breath to keep their hopeful hearts hammering. Yet one side of the seeking sword is blunt To wield; for our cool hands to grab And our yearning, protective eyes to see. And I look at you now in your cage, Behind bars controlled, Watching sparks fly like shooting stars and your shortened tentacles dance in the wind Reaching toward the sky.
Written By Accalia Smith
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