Fields of the Sky

My poem for .

The lines on the vase

Are hedges and paths around

The fields of the sky

Sky people travel

Along the lines, pause to breathe,

Dazed by the blue glaze

The dots are deep wells

Where fresh memories gather

Dew from rising dreams.

It’s time to share our winner and feature another vase in need of a name! Welcome to my monthly feature – ‘Name that Vase’.