The abduction…


I made this piece with the old Swedish fairy tale ‘The Abduction’ in mind. The story goes that a young girl went to the woods to gather fir cones. Feeling tired she sat down next to a hill and as she leant against the rock it opened up and she was invited inside by the king of the mountain. All night she danced and feasted with the beautiful people, but in the morning she woke up outside the hill with her basket of fir cones.
‘I must have been dreaming’, she told herself and walked home. But a new family now lived in her old house and she didn’t recognise anyone in the village. Nobody knew her.  Finally an old man said he had heard stories about an old couple who had lost their daughter in the woods many years ago when he was a child.

The main piece is smoke fired ceramics on top of a reclaimed british oak beam held together by a recycled gas pipe

Sculpture by Anna Keiller, poem by Abraham Gibson


The Abduction 

A kiss is a weapon

it can strike you

Or stand guard… about your world


Loneliness is not bitter

if there is

… sun light in your soul


We do not care for summer

the birds chatter too loudly

the branches

… steal light

    from the sky


Music is not ours

if we cannot hear its heart beat

love is not content

if we…

cannot hear its sigh


He found her sensuality

beautiful / disturbing

it reached him…

               through her breath

   over miles


across streams


The sun filtered

through the trees

like ribbons

The deeper he ventured


into the forest

the tighter

the ribbons

wrapped around his veins!


Be my soldier

Be my king

Hold me while I sleep

Be my soldier

Be my king!




Madness is a holding fast

and a letting go

His melancholy a dance with pain

that aches with hope


How do you keep a song quiet

that entices your every mood

if he could hear this music…


Who else could?

Their meeting place

 was stained

ram shackled

danced over


And she has never been seen again

half of his mind…

                  still waits for her



half of his mind!

half of his mind

is being chased by the grief


Be my soldier

be my king


Be my soldier

be my king! 





About Anna

I am a ceramic sculptor living on the South coast near London, England. My work is influenced by my experience of the earth as a living being and seeing how we are all connected with eachother and with the things that surround us. I create ceramic torsos using molochite clay which I often smokefire in galvanised dustbins. I also make House Gods to protect and amuse, and Fat Birds - little smokefired sculptures that tell the story about what it is like to be a fat bird at peace with its surroundings.
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  1. Pingback: Anna Keiller smoked ceramic sculptures « The Aesthetic Elevator

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