Short Jeweller Poems

A draftsman called Tom bought a ruler
He gave it to colleague Talulah
Astounded to find
She paid him in kind
And what he needs now is a jeweller...

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Fashion house store, jeweller
Bistro, awned tasteful -
Spin out each of your light's
Burnt orange, tactful

This chill eve's way, waist-wrapped
Mists two, affianced.
For this one fine purpose;
Conspicuous doth
Show up, honours a love.
Soft, warm, now enhanced....

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Seeing through the red filter
the sun reflecting on his
iris....
Viewing details through a 
magnifying glass...
A microscope..
A jeweler forges his metal
Sets his stone.
Paying attention to detail
he etches every little hair,
every little speck.
Observing nature's moods,
shifts,changes,he records+
draws in his journal his 
discoveries for this new
Season....

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I like writing poetry,
I like making jewellery to.

I try to make my designs quite bold,
I try to use silver or gold.

I cut and I file,
And all of the while,
I make sure the gold dust is collected in one big pile.

When I have collected a lot,
I heat it, so it is extremely hot.

Then when it's ready to pour,
I am able to make more,
Of the most beautiful jewellery,
Better than anything that you ever saw....

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