I was dug from a pit
A large lump of clay
By a great potter
For later that day
When he was ready
To make a new pot
He cut off a piece
From the lump he had got
The piece he had cut
He threw on a wheel
It spun very slowly
To give him the feel
His fingertips moulded me
To a fine pot
Inside and outside
He moved quite a lot
Then into his kiln
Where I baked to a Bisk
Whilst the old potter
Mixed slip with a whisk
After the cooling
Slip pattern applied
Then back to the kiln
Once again baked inside
When baking had finished
One more final glaze
To give me a shine
Using old potter’s ways
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Again a Mastered piece of word in rhyme! ! ! God Bless, Linda