Blue Willow Porcelain: Revision

I posted an earlier version of this here.

Blue willows frame a tiny china world
of peonies, a bridge, a small pagoda
where she stands waiting, captive China Girl
with face averted, sadly slumping shoulders.
An ancient carp bears witness to her sorrow,
a distant island promises her love
will come, and they’ll escape to some tomorrow
symbolized by mated birds above.
We know the story ends in fiery drama—
fleeing lovers, bridegroom in pursuit—
but here upon this plate, the scene is calmer,
sadder, waiting under unripe fruit
for things to change, for love to come again
not knowing time won’t pass in porcelain.