I feel the need to be more creative, so I’ve decided to have a go at poetry. This is my first attempt, inspired by a ceramic hare made by my partner.
Manufactured. A representation. Identifiable but as a caricature dumped in a place I don't belong. What am I doing here? Why? What do I do? Do they know what they made? How it feels to be me? Am I a practise piece not quite right? I think I know what they wanted to make. But I don't think I can be that. Instead I'll have to be the best ceramic hare I can.