A BECOMING VENEER

Not a moment idle
Hard at work
Wheel throwing in
Speed adjusted as the clay responds
A dent here, a brokenness there
Riddled with distortions from the original
Almost irrecognizable
What is to become of this marred piece?
Is it worth the effort?
Can it be restored?
Only the potter knows
Lines of concentration on his face
As he reshapes the clay
He has something in mind
For this discarded piece
He alone knows the inherent value
It’s usefulness
Bone dry clay
Thrice as hot
Tried through the fire
Stellar finish
Brilliant the handiwork
Fine the workmanship in every detail - in and out
The potter, clay anew, puts front and centre for all to enjoy