Charcoal, and paints,
little rust stains and powders
grace the two remaining fingers,
and trace patterns.
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Little swirling motions beneath
give life to the lifeless
bone, and the smiling
skull looks lively.
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No light about, just the
fire, and on, dipping into
bent cans of this and that
go frozen, burned fingers.
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A swirl, a shape, all in the
mind it lines up
with the beauty that
nature has made.
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Humming softly, now,
and taking a bit more pigment,
making a small dash
or a little line across.
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And now the finish:
from somewhere, the top
to an old glass bottle is produced,
and stamped in.
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The little woman steps back,
admires her work, and, quietly,
uses the hand with all five
to mount it with the others.
Submitted: December 25, 2011
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