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The Potter’s Daughter
In a red brick house with old, creaky doors lives the potter’s daughter.
She twirls and hums, shaping clay into potential.
In a blue flapping tent lives a nameless girl.
She fidgets and sings, burning stories on flimsy branches.
On a windy autumn day they meet.
The tent ripples like water and catches the daughter’s eye.
Her gaze stays on the tent as the girl emerges, fingertips staining the tent folds black with ash.
She watches as the girl cleans her hands in the nearby stream, unaware.
The girl stands and she steps out from behind the bushes.
A shriek followed by laughter greets her and they talk for the sake of surprise encounters.
They exchange names, or rather the daughter gives hers.
Soon night arrives, hesitant farewells brightened by promised meetings.
Autumn turns to Winter and still they talk, sharing their passions by firelight.
They create a routine.
The daughter sculpts and molds.
The girl burns and burns.
Come Spring and the once sparse pottery room is filled with teetering vases and sturdy pots all inscribed with twisting vines and sooty poems.
Poems of chance.
Of friends turned more.
Of love.
The years went by and their creations grew, spilling into dining rooms and porches.
Their hair turned grey and thin, but still they worked.
They worked past shaking hands and wheezing breaths.
Until their final piece was done.
A story and a legacy.
Red and blue patterns adorning orange leaves.
Star-lit conversations reflecting rivers turned black.
Years filled with art and painted with bright joy.
Nostalgic memories and calm quiet.
Last moments spent together.
And the nameless girl knew her name.
Whispered it to the watchful clouds and the rushing winds.
To her beloved companion, her angel on Earth.
Her name.
Destiny.

Oh my, that is lovely! I love it! 😻 You're a really good poet, Helena :) :)

Thank you!!

Helena wrote: "The Potter’s Daughter
In a red brick house with old, creaky doors lives the potter’s daughter.
She twirls and hums, shaping clay into potential.
In a blue flapping tent lives a nameless girl.
She f..."

Wow! It's wonderful!

Thank you!

When we dance

When you laugh, you shine like stars in the sky.
Like the lights you hung around us, so I could see them inside.
Your pulse flutters quickly, like a hummingbird's wings.
I wish I could hold it and let it fly free.

I whisper your name, like a prayer or plea.
It's hard to tell, you make me so weak.
You hold me so gently, like I'll float away.
But with you as my anchor, I'm destined to stay.

The days pass so quickly, I hardly even care.
With you my love blossoms, petals in the air.
The tick of the clock, won't waver this truth.
My love, how time flies when I'm here with you.

I hear your footsteps, light on the floor.
Tapping a rhythm like a knock on the door.
You say, can I come in?
So slow and so sweet.
As I welcome you in to dance with me.