An Ode to a Potter

Her essence
is her art,
and her art
is earth,

she blooms
in flowers,
and in the jangle
of her bangles,

thatched roofs
and bricked floors,
her chosen

where she spins
her magic,
and weaves
her tricks,

in connivance
with fired flames,
she flits
and dances,

till her wand
has captured,
all the five
elements of existence,

into a piece
that is more than art,
for each piece
truly personifies,

her own cores,
and extended

© vidursahdev 2020