Poem, Sagas, Scenic, Short story, Weekend

Carved.

A form to take by hand to carve, a life of practice in a glimpse.

A craft borne from ages aeons passed taught and felt with instinct and foresight.

So it comes from rough hewn stone or fallen log,

So it comes from memory and mind,

A love, a hate and symbol for all,

A sculpture to focus intent.

The artist forgotten, a craft a mystery,

But always admired it is.

 

 

 

A prompt response.

 

 

 

 

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