In The Making.

Fay Slimm.

 

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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  • Accidental Poet

    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. ; )

  • Goldfinch60

    Beautiful start to the symphony of craftmanship.

  • orchidee

    Another fine write Fay.

  • Louis Gibbs

    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.

  • FredPeyer

    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.

  • MendedFences27

    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.

  • Sefrin

    Absolutely beautiful Fay.

  • Tony36

    Beautiful write

  • rrodriguez

    Well crafted and elegantly written..



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