April 6, 2013
Drawing a Clear Glass Bowl

To catch a clean line at the rim,

hold the bright ping of crystal in your mind,


feel its chime as if a bell resonates

through your fingers, the secret basilicas


inside their bones.  Become clear as glass,

mimic its patience, the way it awaits


what it once held—ripe, red raspberries,

an ivory mound of Devonshire cream.


Feel the tipping point of fragile and strong

as it teeters at the end of your slender nib,


and restrain your charcoal—think moth wing,

milkweed, a flux of air against candle flame


and breathe any dust away. A smudge is indelible.


—Gaye McKenney (Shelby County)

This poem originally appeared in Bell Jar Glass (Finishing Line P, 2012).

Gaye McKenney lives and writes in south-central Indiana. Her work has appeared in the North American Review and New Millennium Writings, and her first chapbook The Bell Jar Glass was published in 2012 by Finishing Line Press.

Indiana Humanities is posting a poem a day from Indiana poets in celebration of National Poetry Month.

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