The Words of the Pot to the Swallow
by Lydia Harris
My body is hollow as sky.
I glint grains like your eye.
I’m courted by flame.
Hear me ring.
Your wings fold my rim.
Your song echoes my belly.
You step onto my skin
write oval and lozenge.
| Grooved Ware | |
|---|---|
| As Prayer | Poem by Lydia Harris |
| 'Energy is an attribute of objects' | Poem by Lydia Harris |
| Folk Tapped Pots | Poem by Lydia Harris |
| How I know you | Poem by Lydia Harris |
| Pots Still | Poem by Lydia Harris |
| She that will have a pot out of the clay | Poem by Lydia Harris |
| The Words of the Pot to the Swallow | Poem by Lydia Harris |
| Tracing the Lines Exhibition Tankerness House | Poem by Lydia Harris |