A treasury of terracotta

Home is an ancient olive grove
Where pots pile high to age under a harsh Cretan sun.
Some sit upright as if silently guarding the island’s labyrinth
Whilst others lie exhausted like flies after the rains
Discarded like old toys
Tossed on a heap. Forgotten.
Refined shaped clay.
Fired baked earth.
A treasury of terracotta.

Thrapsano’s unique ode on a Grecian urn!

© 2013 Francesca Muir

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  • Ruth Kelly September 16, 2013   Reply →

    I would love to have one of those terracotta pots – they are lovely.

  • Jackie and Joel Smith September 16, 2013   Reply →

    Oh my! On this gray Monday morning I was wishing I was in Crete and then I found your post — for a brief times, I WAS in Crete. Thanks you!

  • Marsha Splenderosa September 16, 2013   Reply →

    Looks like heaven to me. I love piles and stacks.
    Sending a big hug, Francesca!

  • You are awaking pleasant old memories to me Francesca…
    Thank you..!!

  • Noel Morata September 18, 2013   Reply →

    wow, that is quite a collection, I would love some of those lovely pots!

  • lisa | renovating italy September 18, 2013   Reply →

    they can come and guard my garden anytime x
    ciao lisa

  • Mum September 21, 2013   Reply →

    I wonder if Thrapsano still exists? A visit is a must if it is to explore once again those stunning pots. Love.

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