A Riposte to Envy – Get Dirty

After a dinner conversation about a cultural cynicism and envy, I got inspired to write a series of short poems about getting dirty in a very fundamental way. These are a mud spa for the mind.


Mud oozes
between my toes


I stroke the clay
into a column
a satisfying squelch
as it rises

Up to my elbows
in silky porcelain mud
slipping and slapping


Up to her neck
in steaming cleansing mud
it found every crevice


Red clay fingerprints
trace the hidden bones
her ribcage flutters


Porcelain snail trails
smoothing ribbed belly curves
a tweak for a spout


Potter’s wheel
scent of clay


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