Clay dancing with thoughts of poppies

 

Last year I bought some lovely green poppy pod stems.  I loved the green purples of the bobbing heads.  Wonky stems, marking their own crooked pathway to the sun, with their pods heavy with black seeds.  John Keats wrote of the full flowering poppies in a field.  Bone-dried, cinnamon in tone, these pods still look as if dancing. I started to do some pots inspired by the poppies. We'll see what happens. 

 

Through the dancing poppies stole a breeze most softly lulling to my soul. 

John Keats