On the gable end of the Falcon Works. Visible from Sturgess Street in Stoke.
I see you, Falcon,
Goss Hawk, swooping.
Air sifting between stone feathers.
Built as a plaque of identity,
Goss ware, pottery, strong and sturdy.
History, trade mark, art, bird.
Bird of prey,
Snatching art from thin air,
Your claws knead the clay….