Christina's TeapotA Poem by C. Harter AmosAndrew Wyeth's painting (1968) "Christina's Teapot"The only thing that remained Was the fragile teapot, Chipped and glued, Filthy with memories of struggles And babies born in the bed nearby. The children raised and gone Stare over their shoulders For a lifetime At shattered pasts. Cautious sunlight fell From a window broken On a day long done, The guilty boot abandoned As if shame and sorrow lay In the burnt sienna field of wheat Where the downward slope of their land Stretched lazily beyond the door; Beyond the ruined mantle, And Christina. © 2008 C. Harter AmosFeatured Review
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Added on February 7, 2008AuthorC. Harter AmosLexington, SCAboutBorn in the swamps of the South Carolina Low Country. Brought up on the Classics with a great deal of emphasis on music. I spent about six years at the University of South Carolina in Columbia soakin.. more..Writing
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