The Potter

With her hands,

Clay transforms from mud to majesty;

Bowls, planters, and pitchers

Emerge from the chrysalis

Of gray slabs.

With her touch,

Colorless viscosity rages into vibrant hues

Cobalt blue and napthol crimson;

She casts her spell

As earth, fire, water, and air

Bubble over in her cauldron of creativity

Her art,

Her craft,

Her magic.

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