The Cretan potter

Day in and day out she pottered around her little shed 

Creating pieces of magic amidst the dust and clay

Her pottery was unique

Plates, bowls and jugs with scenes of rustic houses ....

wayward chickens strutting their arrogant stuff ....

and olive patterns in green and black .... 

But my favourite were her flowers,

Swirls, whirls and splashes of paint

in gentle, muted and frosted colours

Sadly, her magic is no more

for she was the last of the Fortetsa Potters

But she still lives in my house....

on my table and in my kitchen

And how I love the memory of the Cretan potter 

who lived on a dusty road 

And I how would give anything to visit her again.

© 2012 Francesca Muir