Pots

John Hopkins June 30, 2011 - 9:09am

I prefer pots. They don’t have to be weighed down with meaning. They are what they are, earth and chemistry. --from The Children’s Book by A. S. Byatt

I prefer the humility of pots

hands once of clay shaping clay dug by hands

creation dependent upon its potter

the mucked earth swirling into useful things

bowls, cups, basins, mugs, urns, and vases

made for the still-life beauty of each day

 

I love the mud, the wheel,...

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About the Author

John Hopkins lives in Whitman, Massachusetts. In 2008, he was named poet of the year by the New England Association of Teachers of English.