26 Sep 11

Ode to my mug

Wendy from Clark Jewellery over on Folksy sent me this lovely poem about the mug she recently bought! Hopefully it’ll inspire you during your morning brew.

Handmade mugs

I yawn in the cold kitchen standing still,
The garden dark bright orchid on the sill,
The water’s magic moment nearly come,
The kettle starts to rattle, hiss, and hum,
I fill my mug with honey milk and tea,
No one else can use this mug but me,
I see the potters hand in every turn,
Mug warms my hands but not so hot to burn,
We share these magic moments in the cold
This mug to me is worth its weight in gold

If you’re feeling the spark of inspiration or have got any photos of pieces you’ve purchased from Little Wren Pottery in your own home I’d love to see them and repost them on the blog. Just get in touch, thanks!

If you’re after a mug of your own check out what I have in stock at the moment over on Etsy or Folksy.

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