Alas, poor Yorick, raku-fired and bright,
A skull burned in flames, now gleaming white.
Once jester’s joy, now clay and ash,
Frozen in silence, no jest, no flash.
In kiln’s hot breath, you took your form,
A relic of jest, now calm and warm.
Though death has claimed your mirthful grin,
Your hollow cracks draws all within.
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Wow!!!!!
Thanks 😊
Awesome!!
Thank you 😊❤️
Poor Yorick
Indeed. Poor guy seems to have lost his head
Hey Alchemy,
Greetings,
How are you,
This is wonderful…I can’t comment on blog, so I have to comment through your website, let’s see if this work,
Warm regards,
Greetings! It works, and this is a blog post. I hope you are doing well and having a good weekend.
Firing is always scary and rake adds to the unknown. The skull reminds me of my own aging.
I find firing to always induce a bit of anxiety, because so much work goes into pieces, but it’s also thrilling.
The skill definitely has a seasoned/aged look to it.
Hope you are well and thanks fir commenting.
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