axeman: await winter

Frank Prem

I am the wood
and I am
the axe

 

I am the man
charged
with cutting through
a mountain

 

and I hew

 

and I chop

 

I reduce the round
by slice and by chip
and by break
through the rough opened up
in the grain

 

I touch the bark
run my hand over splinters
that I have raised
through the rain down
of my blows

 

and I find I am moved
by the feel
of rough

 

by the colours
that I exposed

 

almost sorrow

 

almost
I sorrow

 

but
another round goes up
on the splitting block
and I swing
in the act of striking new blows
to reduce the thing
to a smaller thing

 

to make me warm
once
before burning

 

then I lay them down
in a last act
sedate in rows
that wait on the winter

 

as I
sedate now
await winter

 

~

  • Author: Frank Prem (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 24th, 2017 04:18
  • Comment from author about the poem: A second attempt at putting this piece up. Some sort of ecording attached to the first attempt and it troubled me, as I hadn't included such a beast. Spam? Who knows.
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments4

  • Michael Edwards

    I am now so familiar with your style but never tire of it - great stuff Frank.

    • Frank Prem

      Thank you Michael. I appreciate the compliment.

    • orchidee

      Cooee Frank. I commented - said good write - but it vanished before! lol.

      • Frank Prem

        Yep, I saw it, O. Somehow what looked like a video clip had appeared on the post and I felt it might be bad-spam so I deleted it. No idea what it was, as I didn't open it.

        Thanks for visiting twice. Much appreciated.

      • Louis Gibbs

        I am reminded of the satisfaction gained from chopping wood for the winter by this excellent write, Frank. Another beauty!

      • Fay Slimm.

        I love the way you build up the mood of your subject with the shortest of lines Frank - another scene you drew my mind into so easily . First rate work.

        • Frank Prem

          Hi Fay I try to imagine reading aloud and do lines and spaces to follow pauses and hesitations and so on. It's a bit of relief, actually, that it seems to work ok on the page.

          Very glad you enjoyed the peice.



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