Jane Shlensky

Creation

Your hands

     are potter’s hands,

          deny them if you will

     their history of skin,

sound sinew, soft snare.

 

Your long fingers

     take earth to task,

          smooth it to service,

                 palms cupped in clay

          creating vessels

     that last and remember,

round-lipped, well-gripped

     spouts and ears,

          a lap of bowl, all

                excess squeezed away

          to make room

for emptiness.

 

I watch you work,

     your encircling arms

          and bend of neck,

                your face peaceful

          with unknowing,

     and I fancy I am clay

beneath your hands,

     that thoughts knead you

           as you knead me,

     that images whirl and blur

as possibilities move

     beneath your hands

 

shoulders, breasts,

     chins, lips, and eyes

          emerge from dust,

     take in your breath,

and worlds are formed.

To a Mandarin Mirrored On Water

God loves a duck to make him living art,

his feathers tufts of scarlet, teal, and brown,

white stripes on dark feathers, an inner tube of maroon breast

 

afloat, aloft,

 

a white tip on a beak of flame,

his dark eye shadowed with whiskers of gold,

a color palette created just for him.

 

Imagine the Designer’s sudden joy

 

when he was done, the duck’s wings spread to wind,

his waxy feet plunged to paddle water

where he hovers, dreamlike,

 

his echoed image mirrored for all the world to see.

 

Mama tells me all this by a lake ornamented with water fowl.

I look into her eyes and see myself there

looking back.

 

God loves a duck to make him so

 

like a rippled rainbow that fades and glows

and that is good

              is good

                        so good.


Jane Shlensky, a veteran teacher and musician, holds an MFA from UNC-Greensboro. Her recent poetry and fiction has appeared in sundry magazines and anthologies, including Writer’s Digest, Pinesong, KAKALAK, Southern Poetry Anthology: NC, moonShine review, and Nostos. Her poems have thrice been nominated for a Pushcart. Her chapbook is Barefoot on Gravel.

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