anagama haiku
bright flames at kiln mouth
silent pots await the heat
thrush singing above
greedy fire monster
we feed you little sticks now
but later, whole trees.
single notes of liquid
while I, earthbound, feed the flame
below the realm of air
buzzards mewing high
my brave song bird is silent
the day shift arrives
christmas tree branches
green triple fringe fingers
spreading their network
three hours of thrush song
now he is silent and so
the words have fled too.
Said, on July 28th, 2008 at 3:50 pm :
You must have had such a lovely time. I can almost smell the pines. And I see some of your pots peeking out beind that huge one, yes??
xoxoxo
Said, on July 28th, 2008 at 4:15 pm :
oh yes, lots more …
we open the kiln on Friday afternoon .. so maybe pictures on Saturday
Said, on July 28th, 2008 at 7:16 pm :
Beautiful haikus.
I love that big pot, but your haikus definitely rock!
Said, on July 28th, 2008 at 11:46 pm :
Hey PJ!! Lovely pics, what a beautiful spot to make pots (or any other endeavor like Haikus???)) So glad your are back!!
Said, on July 29th, 2008 at 1:02 am :
so nice to read your poetic post !how long was the firing ? I hope your ceramic piece will be “wonderfull” …. I expect the following pictures ! great.