A vein of scarlet mud runs over the hills. I scoop some clay work my fingers in and out roll it punch it until a woman ancient and wise slips out and says wait a year then sell me.
Glad I didn't miss this! Not a word wasted in this lovely poem, Alexis. I like your wise(fertile)and knowing words of your clay venus. A lot of depth to this one. I picture the earliest female figures..forget the name though..so I'll call your figure, venus, though Eve and any number of names come to mind! :-) Carole
What a beautiful spot in which to create!
ReplyDeleteI really like the poem, too, Alexis. It's concise, meaningful, and quirky, all beautifully presented.
I enjoy the way the words flow from start to finish.
ReplyDeleteGlad I didn't miss this! Not a word wasted in this lovely poem, Alexis. I like your wise(fertile)and knowing words of your clay venus. A lot of depth to this one. I picture the earliest female figures..forget the name though..so I'll call your figure, venus, though Eve and any number of names come to mind! :-)
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