The Painting of Pots
She paints her pot a vibrant purple and blue
freely,
yet tempered
by
design.
A
Rothco from the fabric of Africa.
Today
was a storm in a teapot.
The
husband she cares for
at
home,
once
a tv and radio mechanic,
can
no longer put the tv on.
It's
a big patience
she
says,
indicating
Kahn's fancy china cup
from
Peckham.
If
he says teapot
and
she says teacup
the
problems start.
So now she says teapot.
hot
from Sierra Leone,
used
an afro wig, platforms and flares
and
met him through her brother,
who
didn't like the idea,
them
both coming from different backgrounds.
But
who listens to their brother?
The
days of autocratic men are quickly going,
says
the man from Grenada,
knowingly.
Round
the table the women laugh.
She
calmly paints,
precise
strokes that allow the pattern to emerge,
a
blue eye leaps from the royal purple
like
a spot on the surface of Jupiter.
It's
a big patience.