NORWICH YEARS: DISCARDS

Written by

in

DISCARDS

Exquisite crystal starts as potash,

Lead, the whitest sand, and cullet:

(Broken glass from previous batches

That helps the raw ingredients blend.)

Ballooning slantwise on the iron,

Molded with a crooked handle,

Flocked with air bubbles, the glass

Without regret will be pulverized.

Engravers paint with unforgiving

Wheels, smooth and refine designs,

Their hands remembering all the angles.

One slip and the bowl is back in the cullet.

I like to look up at the chandelier

That glorifies the dome of the mall

And think of the hands that did not slip

And the fragments resurrected there.

Comments

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *