clay rose
I am the kaolin rose
molded to perfection
any hint of doubt glazed over
in an actual Ming vase
cracks authenticating age
under the glaze
beneath the fired mud
I glow
unasked for
Poetry by Katarina Wikholm
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Written on 2012-05-31 at 20:33
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