This is a tiny poem I wrote a while ago for a delightful blog I follow called The Alchemist’s Studio. It was for the “Name That Vase” event. Check out the Alchemist’s beautiful exquisite raku pottery and also the delightful and interesting posts and stories at: https://rakupottery.ca/
By Jane Tawel
Is the blood that beats inside us all,
A result of Heaven, or result of The Fall?
Does my blood run red, or does it run blue?
And what of the blood that throbs within you?
If I could catch a beating heart,
Then that might be at least a good start,
To understand that what pulses in me,
Is perhaps the world’s greatest mystery.