May 20, 2007 19:22
Hmm...
I needed to write something new for my poetry workshop. So I ate a bowl of strawberries and had freezing toes, then I wrote this, comments/suggestions/submissions for alteration welcome:
Winter Frost:
^
The
master
craftsman
wrought together
his construction Causing
needles to be soldered One by one
in certain fashion In the corner of the
workshop.
Once he had finished it,
He drove it out in the heart of night, to a nearby forest
The master craftsman propped its humble iron frame in place,
And sat it amongst the evergreen giants.
They watched on canonically. He was unsure if they approved,
Yet still he abandoned his creation under their guard.
It sat pining for the leaving behind of metal ancestors
And for the heat of the smith to be lost in the icy dawn,
Would it take on the scents and the call of the soil,
Or rust and crumble away with time, between the tall and strong.
So there it is. As for most poems, this benefits from being read outloud, in particular the first part shaped like a pine tree. For those who don't get it...a small synopsis will be available in a few days.