
Inktober's Breakable prompt led me to do some Lord of the Rings fanart! Here are the shards of Narsil and a poem about a poor, insecure potter. Below is the transcription:
he is a potter in an old
spider-web covered shop.
his hands are steady
only when molding clay,
his foot gingerly pacing
on the pedal, the plate
spinning softly.
the stillness in the air
leaves with the mind
coming from the open
door. he's afraid,
carrying the pot
to the high shelves,
afraid someone will
break another piece
of him. the dust pan
is filled to the brim.
the pot stands atop the
shelf, unbroken.
'Clay'
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