While Graham was away a small parcel arrived for him. I put it away safely out of the reach of accident, and handed it over on his return.
Tucked deep inside a nest of re-used polystyrene chippings and bubble-wrap was a new addition to our ceramics collection. Heavily grogged stoneware with a band of speckled blue glaze outside and a lovely liquid smooth oatmeal glaze inside, it stands around six inches high and has a grand heft in the hand. Made by a guy named Michael Andersen, I think, it has the appropriate stamps on the base.
New pot
And, flopped as I was yesterday, a new poem popped out. It’s in, roughly, sonnet form, and may well have a few revisions before I consider it done. Might even develop a small family of cousins, too.
| ON THE ROAD FROM SOMERSET
On the long water-crossed road Mayhap. A firming, yes, like Think rather that the cob shelters Apple or cawl, the welcome at journey’s end –John Bailey, May 2009 |
