Kiln Poem by Neil Crawford

Kiln



Time is not my enemy today,
like it was yesterday,
like it will be tomorrow.

I am scouring out the hollow
in a bowl of clay-like moments,
clinging and cloying

I mould them into
a recognisable shape
and heat them into life.

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Neil Crawford

Neil Crawford

CHESTER, ENGLAND.
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