“dripping clay”

Written for:  The Twiglets #165 – “dripping clay”

Strange sculpture
of elongated man
looks like dripping clay

The empty canvas sat on the floor
as the artist dripped splotches
of clay here and there.

turtles, bunnies, dogs
children having fun molding
clay animals

There was a young man from Bombay
content years while his poor fiancé
waited and waited
for marriage, frustrated
said I’m done, you have feet of clay.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to “dripping clay”

  1. Jules says:

    oooh…. I like everything. The sculpture, the canvas and the play.
    I wonder though who would pay for the first two and as for the third Mud Pies a right of passage in childhood.

    Cute Limerick – no one should have to wait years for promises. 🙂


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