POEM STARTER
Write a poem centred around a sculptor and their clay.
The Wild
She looked at the clay…
What was hiding, waiting to be released?
Her hands sculpted,
Wing
Fang
Claw
Jaw
And then it was
Freed from the infinite depth of creativity-
A dragon,
Finally able to fly free.
The sculptor leaned back, satisfied. Once again, she had carved the wild.
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