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. Post navigation the old meadowanagama sunday 5 Comments 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 Reply oh yes, lots more … we open the kiln on Friday afternoon .. so maybe pictures on Saturday Reply Beautiful haikus. 🙂 I love that big pot, but your haikus definitely rock! Reply Hey PJ!! Lovely pics, what a beautiful spot to make pots (or any other endeavor like Haikus???)) So glad your are back!! Reply 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. Reply Leave a ReplyCancel reply This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
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 Reply
Hey PJ!! Lovely pics, what a beautiful spot to make pots (or any other endeavor like Haikus???)) So glad your are back!! Reply
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. Reply