Art “Master Potter” by Shannon Wirrenga, Poem “Untitled” by Gail Lipe.
a musty, earthy smell escapes its plastic prison as I open a new
as I open a new block of clay
calming me, connecting me to the earth
taking me home
a slab is cut
fingers curl the slab as hands begin
to wedge the clay like playing in mud as a child
a memory flashes
a young son and daughter fly into the house
mud covered faces, arms, legs
eyes sparkling with glee “we’re mud monsters!”
slapping the clay on the wheel, moistened hands surround it as it starts to spin
as it starts to spin, the world disappears
alone with the clay, I become the mud monster
pushing and pulling, challenging the clay to become what I want
though often I follow its lead, allowing the clay to become what it wants
from dust we were created, connected to the earth forever,
holding a piece of earth in my hands, molding it into something beautiful
I feel its energy
energy that flows through everything
renewing, grounding
Image “Master Potter” Copyright © Shannon Wirrenga, 2023
Poem “Untitled” Copyright © Gail Lipe, 2024