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
in Crete / Greece / Observations 10 comments
The sentiments and the shots are beautiful. You really do capture a mood don't you? Well done PJ xx
Thank you Robert – she was a joy to visit – which I did regularly. F
Thank you – do you recall visiting her? Fx
I just love the image of the potter, what a treasure she is.
I share your sentiments and the pottery – lovely to be reminded again of those days thank you. Love
A true artisan and how blessed you are to have her still with you in your home! Such an amazing pic capturing the true essence of this wonderful woman….beautiful post Francesca
Thank you Lisa – unfortunately no one around to replace her – a past never to be re-visited. See you soon. Fxx
Thank you Mum – I still lovingly think of the times we rummaged though her little room full to the brim with her "pragmata" Fxx
Thank you Carla – never a day goes by when I don't use something from her little pottery nook. And yes they break – but I just glue them back together again! F xx