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Disappointed by Carving

PostPosted: Sun Aug 07, 2005 3:36 am
by K
I see waves when I carve sticks!
They rise knife-edged into coiled
Claws; then sadly shimmy off like

Drunken moths and crash like paper.
The sap-sucked pinnacle glistens
Sharply though! And so in my

Reticence I dream of squealing pig
Slaughter, of long tabled celebrations,
Of mountainous busts and beehive

Beards, of wily hounds and tomorrows
Visit to homebase.

PostPosted: Sun Aug 07, 2005 1:46 pm
by Digiwizz
Hi K,

I do like your carving, and the linking to waves and pigs - and finally taking the old rural/coastal to modern urban reality in that one last word !

Very well done.

PostPosted: Fri Aug 12, 2005 10:20 pm
by K
Thanks Digiwizz,