Kaolin Baths

[billy]

the title; my ex always had cosmetics that used kaolin and being in the antique game for quite a while, know it's also another term for china clay. because of the kaolin in it. i think i also remember having as a kid for the shits in the form of kaolin and morphine. so many choices. i thini have to go with the make up or clay bath used to rid the skin of fine wrinkles etc.

No longer green, today the jade
spreads faded suppositions through
a future mewling extra cream
in streams that once knew lemonade.

One yes and then the nos rush in,
a dynasty bred just for height,
a kite with tails of docking line
as finest China coats the skin.

He seeks, he seeds, he smooths his way;
decay is dancing on his string,
a tincture bleeding salt and oil
to spoil the surface of the clay.

But wheels will turn, though weary feet
don't meet the ground the way they should
we stood where God was greener still
and willows bent beneath the heat.

The vase inverts, its soaked debris
is freed from sugared water walls
and crawls to reach the hollow stem
where lemons burst upon the tree.

it feels so much like the potters wheel and the modelling of a vase. the images are crisp, perhaps to crisp as to make us think too hard. and for some reason i think of the willow pattern which i know is wrong and yet...
it feels like birth or rebirth we die the child lives on. the rhyme is spot on.
the 1st verse leads to age and the last to birth. a metaphor for life perhaps. the thing is, it's quite beautiful,

He seeks, he seeds, he smooths his way;
decay is dancing on his string,
a tincture bleeding salt and oil
to spoil the surface of the clay. again all i can see is the ageing process.
sorry for my ignorance leanne. i wish i could say more or even give constructive feedback. in truth, all i can say is, it resonates.

thanks for an extremely good read.