Ode to Cloisonne Craft
Fine gold wires are 掐 twisted, like floating threads they stray,
Colorful glazes gently filled, adorning brocade-like display.
Intangible heritage carries a thousand threads of meaning,
Craftsman’s heart condensed at fingertips, where time lingers leaning.
Plain copper base inherits ancient charm with grace,
Fire forges vibrant hues, where clever thoughts find place.
Every pattern hides minute details, delicate and thin,
Kiln fires test its wonder, time and again.
Blue as deep sea with floating stars that glow,
Red like morning clouds falling into inkstone’s flow.
Slowly twisting silver wires, outlining sun and moon bright,
Softly applying glaze colors, dyeing flower branches with light.
Handcraft never ceases in the stream of time,
Ancient charm reborn, as years come to chime.
Most of all, carefulness creates such exquisite art,
Glazed luster shines brilliantly, lighting up the present part.
