In the Making.
Symphony in the making was silently
waiting in his old workshop.
I viewed with amazement that motley
collection of well-used tools
and knew how unusual was the music
hung there adorning the walls.
Hammers and saws tuned in for action,
tin shears and gimlets
stood ready to combat wood-shrinkage,
old oil-stones for honing
the blades all told me they could sing to
a Maestro's conducting.
An old wicker-chair in which I was sitting
plaintively winced at my
young movement as I examined the magic
in that Merlin's cave for,
about to be married I needed a man who
was declared a true master
of all things wood and who by talented
hands could teach me the craft.
I for once was eager to learn all the hows
of the trade, thankful the chance
of fine carpentry was coming my way so
I put on my new white apron,
picked up the apprentice-stick-measure
and like a baton gave it a tap
as my first ballad was about to take shape.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Oh Fay, you're speaking to my soul here, as I love woodgrain when finely sanded and stained. The craftsmanship you speak of here in your poem is deservingly described by your own craftsmanship of poetic word. This poem is a masterpiece in the making. ; )
Beautiful start to the symphony of craftmanship.
Another fine write Fay.
As a once-wood worker, I can hear the music of which you speak in this masterful piece, Fay. Speaks to my soul too, as AP states. Another wonderful piece from your magic pen! Kudos.
So well written, Fay, I even had the smell of freshly cut wood in my nose when reading it. I love to work with wood, but unfortunately whenever I build something it usually comes out at least a little bit crooked, or off-kilter.
An artist or an artisan, whichever they are called, their work can be compared to music. You give them a voice here, their tools are surely their instruments, their performances, however, linger in forms not like a recording, but more tangible, and are never lost into the wind. You have built a remarkable piece, a song whose voice is dynamic and full of beauty. I enjoyed every sliver of it. Bravo! - Phil A.
Absolutely beautiful Fay.
Beautiful write
Well crafted and elegantly written..
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