Wednesday, August 10, 2016

If Poets Were Potters entry #1

Pottery Fever
apologies to John Masefield

I must go down to the shop again, to the pottery, to the clay
And all I ask is a quiet wheel, good music throughout the day,
Warm water for my hands, and well-wedged clay, wooden tools honed sharp and right,
And bat pins drawing my throwing discs down so my first pull doesn't take flight.

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