A Carpenter's Lament
A Carpenter’s Lament
Oh wood, from sapling to a mighty oak
That earth would bring you to the fore
You fall unwilling to the woodman’s stroke
And then my hands submit you to the saw
Where once those soaring boughs reached to the sky
And creatures of the forest sought to rest
Lovers carved their names with passions sigh
The wind, a force, to put your strength to test
Caressed in hands, deftest with a tool
Your majesty is slowly stripped away
Into a chair, a table, seems so cruel
For our comfort that’s the price you pay
Though be the fashioned piece of great beauty
It be your former life, remains supreme to me
Richard D Seal.
Written 24 Dec 2013
For Nette Onclaud Contest
‘With These Hands’
Inspired by Visual 3
Copyright © Richard D Seal | Year Posted 2013
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