The Glass Blower
I could be a glass blower!
And I would blow beautiful shapes,
Watching bubbles forming,
In the hot glass,
I would watch bubbles fizz,
And dissolve into smaller shapes,
And from within,
I would watch hot dyes,
Infuse and diffuse,
Forming beautiful colours,
The glass would light up,
Into its new shape,
What a gorgeous new identity to be a craft worker making beautiful glass forms. I see the writer transforming herself as she blows her living breath into the glass. The form of the poem and the words used are light and repetitive like the process they describe. A lovely poem. I would leave out the lines – filling its contemporary look’ and the last line and finish with ‘shape’, to keep the flow of the idea unbroken.
Lovely poem Anne. The images are lively with bubbles fizzing and hot dyes infusing and diffusing, it has a lovely energy.