Poem -

Portrait of An Old Jug and Bowl

The original cream porcelain slip
was initially thrown
around seventeen fifty and fired
by all account maybe
five whole years later in a small
almost forgotten lost
mountain village wood fuelled kiln ..
Today, both the jug
and bowl maintain near perfect
form and integrity
just as they did during the entire
manufacturing process ..
Yet still they showcase the beauty
of blue bamboo shoots
all set against a backdrop of three
gold leaf cranes in flight
and a shower of chrysanthemum
now resting comfortably
upon the white veined black marble
flagstones of my recently
renovated ensuite bathroom floor ..

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Bernadete van d...

What a marvellous description, Neville! Ā I canā€seeā€ it.
AndĀ that says enough, I reckon.Ā 
BernadeteĀ 

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Neville

I couldn't possibly ask for more .. Thank you B .. NevilleĀ 

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sparrowsong

Hello Nev...

Sounds very beautiful indeed!

They haven't made things like they used to in a long time...

Maybe, education really is over rated...

There were a lot of illiterates back then too...

It's just a lot of Mystery anymore...

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong Ice Queen

Ā 

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Neville

The only things that remain constant are time and change .. Many thanks for stopping by to the pair of you .. NevilleĀ 

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