Frosty the Cider bottle
16 hours ago
Scenes of beauty from Ireland and other places...
Inside the Kiln
temperatures reach
degrees that would
scorch us.
Some materials harden
take form beyond
nature's intent.
Others crumble, break
tear apart, melt;
ressumed into fire.
Consumed by this
I ask , would you
willingly make the attempt?
©GMB 2008
Posted by Geraldine Moorkens Byrne at 9:53 AM
Labels: fire, heat, irish blogs, kiln, photography, poetry, urban, waterford, waterford crystal
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