Gayle Sweeney (May 1955 / Massachusetts USA)
An Appalachian Bowl
A patch of feathered cloud white
is glazed inside the center
Of the small, round handmade bowl -
Kiln fired, down from by the Tennessee mountains.
The hint of the cloud has embedded blue rings around it -
Soaring sky blue and then deep exquisite blue.
Midnight blue tops the edge of the pottery.
The white and blue are luminous -
A piece of the Appalachian sky!
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