Flowerpot

Flowerpot

As soon as I saw her I knew what she was 

A fascinating flowerpot

No run of the mill, uniform terracotta here No

She was clearly hand made

Fired and glazed with love

A life of wear and care visible in her chips and cracks

Slivers of gold indicating careful kintsugi Mending had taken place 

More than once

She was the kind of beauty that pulled 

Your gaze towards her 

Drew you in

But it was the flowers she’d cultivated 

In the garden of her mind that were 

Breathtaking 

Each bloom exploding into the world

Reaching out to connect with you

To touch you

Wildflowers

Kaleidoscopic colour that called to the wild 

Made you yearn for chaos and creativity

Yes

She was a fascinating flowerpot