Frank Colson on fri 23 dec 05
'Tas the night of the firing, and out in the shop,
I'd used up my glazes down to the last drop
Kiln wash was brushed on the shelves with care
In hopes that the Propane Man soon would be there
Glazed pots were placed atop the kiln shelves
Cones Five, Nine, and Ten stood erect by themselves.
The burners were cleaned, all ready to light.
Stars would be guarding these pots through the night.
Then out on the drive the roar of a truck
I quick closed the kiln, and smiled at my luck
The jolly fat driver connected my tank.
Then filled it with propane, which smelled pretty rank.
He dashed down the road, what excitement I felt,
I thought of those glazes all starting to melt.
Pottery sugarplums danced in my head.
Temmoku, Celadon, San de Bouf Red
I turned on the burners. and tossed in a match
Three months of pottery, ready to hatch!
FRANK COLSON
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