Crafted

Sloshing o'er the side
A cluttered potter's wheel
Where hand and clay do collide
A blend of soft dirt and water reel

Rough and calloused are the potter's hands
Yet tender in sentiment, careful with age
A graying man, whirling the damp sands
Meticulous shape and smooth sides he shall gauge

Sloshing o'er the side
A cluttered potter's wheel
The thin rim fingered wide
To serve the artist's particular appeal

Emerging from the clump of clay
Springs smooth figure of poignant devise
As worked wooden wheel shall display
The raw passions of the artist, emphasized

A tear here, mere awe
Proportioned with accuracy, rounded at tips
In caring hands, without flaw
A child first beheld, in honored father's grip

Perfect, like a glistening garnet
It gleams vibrantly in his gaze
The precious wealth deep scarlet
His swelling breast as it sits ablaze

Engulfed in strong hands
A delicate cache
From rude clay it now stands
Diamonds held to any glass

Sloshing o'er the side
A cluttered potter's wheel
Where hand and clay do collide
To birth a man's profound ideal

-Alana Bellwood