Ceramic poetry picture with original poetry in a hand made frame (painted and waxed)
This picture gave Michaela a chance to ‘draw’ in to the clay, creating a network of leaves and thorns in which the bird can sing. It was created using underglazes, literally painted on to inscribed bisque-fired clay. The effect is very lovely.
The poem used here is one written for an advent project (which became this book). The poem is below.
A gnarled thicket, scratched in a fragile place
Between hard rock and thin desert soil.
Once wounded, the bleeding sap
Anoints the corpse
Every seed contains not just beginning
It also holds an end to come.
For the tallest tree must fall
A day must come when even strongest hearts
Can beat no more.
Every light must be extinguished
Every star will fade.
Even this love, now lava hot
Will cool again to stone.
Amongst the thorns, a bird sings
For life is not just a sum of years
It dances wild in these barren places
Where love lies.
Where you are.
So sing, beautiful creature –