|Wandering, I find pottery guardians in the garden.|
Am I in Wales? Elsewhere, I think.
|A glimpse of the ceramics studio and sheep field beyond,|
with a table topped with an old piece of slate
that Meri traded for some concrete blocks.
|A headless and quartered creature|
pinned to the boards!
|Meri Wells's studio, with a view of field and mountain.|
|Here I am rambling the yard--|
earth alive with little scenes,
cunning nooks and crannies and surprises.
|Guard of the boundary between realms?|
Warrior shepherd who bars the way?
|A peep at the seventeenth-century house.|
The thick flagstones inside are laid
directly on the ground, and sometimes
shift when the field mice tunnel underneath.