Maeve
In the cocoon of firelight
we don’t speak, just listen
dazzled by the flames
cracking and licking the air
dancing between us
distorting my vision.
But it’s okay, because I have committed
to memory the view
and the sound
and the feeling
of you being near.
2022
written by Kolina Cicero
poem printed on cream clay with black ceramic ink. unglazed. measures about 6"x9".
