eclipse Posted August 20, 2018 Share Posted August 20, 2018 Carpenter dreams about the sky turning to wood where he carves a pair of eyes through which the sun burns through to reach a pair of hands inscribed onto a tree. John Finn wakes in his attic flat on the park as morning's first rays reach vague fingerprints on a bonsai tree that rests upon a table, outside trees detect finger tips in the rain, carpenter strains as fleeting inspiration arrives, he completes a carving of the sun sat at a table on the park, the figure holding the bonsai tree is revealed ready to take Finn to another place. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
badger11 Posted August 25, 2018 Share Posted August 25, 2018 A poem full of surprises! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
eclipse Posted August 27, 2018 Author Share Posted August 27, 2018 Hi there...thanks... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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