Group Ceramics
It was a group
for moulding the soul.
They sat in a circle,
cracked and dazed
under the therapist's gaze.
The room began to turn
and magic came from his fingers,
pulling, stretching and shaping,
here a vase, there an urn
until, the job complete,
remoulded and reglazed,
the newly rehabilitated
poured onto the street.
Derek Lee