The Potters Wife

In the depths of poverty

lived a potters & his wife

she watched her man struggle

to provide them a better life

 

he crafted the wonderful

made clay into gold

yet not one penny more than

mud's worth were his pots sold 

 

The days grew heavy 

the nights more cold

the wife loved her potter

but wanted so much more

 

Off to the artisans fair 

young and beautiful she let down her hair

sat besides her husbands work

she worked to sell his soul

 

Men they gathered in the plenty

To buy the maidens heart 

she was offered many treasures

whiles her husband worked hard

 

One day she landed into the barons lair

a great art collector was he 

but his intentions didn't quite end there

Rape, then murder insinuated 

 

The price of life is not weighed in gold

the potters only treasure was his wife's heart and soul

he created magnificence one last time

an urn to hold his wife and pieces of his broken heart