The Potter's Place

With lilting tongue and glittering eye, the Celtic potter chortles by. His clay-browned hands delicately placing, kiln God's on shelves and window facings. Minute figures of Sun and Moon, mystical men with beard and rune; sheep wandering on grassy hills, all on clay placards for windowsills. And tossed about through roof and rafter hung, pink and purple, from pilasters, were all the glorious flowers' of Spring, saved, dust covered, on dangling strings.