for The Sunday Muse
Potty Pete, they call him. Not just because of his striking resemblance to Harry Potter, round glasses and all, but because he’s an enthusiastic amateur pottery potter.
He’s made plant pots, glazed pots, terracotta pots, a piddle pot even! They’re always a bit wonky but he claims that’s deliberate; says it’s modernistic, contemporary even.
His passion for all things potty stems from the pottery classes he attended at school. He loves to tell, and retell the tale of an incident that once occurred. His clay was a bit too sloppy, and he placed it on the wheel slightly off centre, so when he set it spinning it launched itself across the workshop and landed with a splat on the back of his tutor’s head!
For some unfathomable reason, he actually sells quite a few of his creations. His best customer is a Greek restaurateur for whom he makes plates especially for smashing on the floor, the way they do in Hellenic tavernas.
A while back his burgeoning success gave him the idea of turning his hobby into a career so he gave up his job and started touting his wares around fetes and fairs. Unfortunately, it didn’t provide him with a sustainable income and before long he didn’t have a pot to…well, you know! He’s back working in a depot now.
He made me a coffee mug. It’s quite nice. The handle fell off so now I use it as a beer tankard. Cheers, Pete!
Thanks to Carrie for hosting and proving the picture that got my muse amusingly musing!
Once again every entry before mine except one, 17 this week, is a poem. Prose composers, where are you hiding?