My father and his father are both potters
We have a shop and a very small factory
Not far from the down harbour
It was called or rather nicknamed
The Curse of the Professionals
A throwaway remark from my mother
In the summer we are quite busy
And trade using the brand name Curse
In the winter we are closed for business
Except for mail order and appointments in person
During this time we discuss designs
For the following season and other ideas
Although I am part of our small business
I am not always in the county
As I travel around England seeking out ancient songs
Which I then record and catalogue
I also write poetry and fictions
And this helps me to see new designs
Some of these are followed through
And make it to the shelves
Whereas others exist only in my head
Although I have yet to meet my life partner
I feel that I am in a loving relationship
With the sounds of the past
And the beauty of the wheel
It is because of this that I am a happy man