It’s a dry subject is pottery,
The clay, once wetted and shaped, is dryed to leather hard,
Then punished in heat, it burns to biscuit ware.
So called because it takes on the dry biscuit colour,
and Matt, flat, creamy white shaded non-sheen.
Waiting on a shelf, waiting to be gently dipped in liquid,
The glaze or slip is slurped up with thirst.
Then fired again in gas till shiny new and almost molten,
It is released from the volcanic kiln.
How is it not broken with the immolation of its body
No, just shrunken, the moisture burned away.
Ready to be decorated in variously gorgeous ways……
Drawing is of a jug, I think by Clarice Cliff. I drew it years ago on sketchfu…