Monday, 31 July 2017

fragile destiny

                    Weekly Writing Prompt #100


                             Image result for a lady shaping pots

she is a child of Mother Earth

kneading the clay

with her  hands bare

 a song and story on her silent lips.

she heaps the wet mud

into shapes of her thoughts

alas her destiny is fragile.

those found her bent at her work

a treat to the eyes she is.

the heat in the kiln

fired from embers of her belly.

art that emerges out

keeps the wolves at bay.

She feeds the souls of her loved ones

she is also Mother Earth.


                                       Written for : Weekly Writing Prompt # 100

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                                           I have chosen to write the free verse form of poetry.