Disappointed by Carving

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Disappointed by Carving

Postby K » Sun Aug 07, 2005 3:36 am

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
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Postby Digiwizz » Sun Aug 07, 2005 1:46 pm

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.
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Postby K » Fri Aug 12, 2005 10:20 pm

Thanks Digiwizz,

Appreciated.

cheers
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