Old paint bubbles loose
at the urging of intense heat;
a steady stroke with the scraper
reveals the cured wood beneath.
Here lies treasure;
the pungent departure
of paint patina unveils
old worked woodgrain
preserved since sure hands
planed, cut, fixed in place:
pleasing to the eye,
an art itself.
I become a part of this
old craft long gone:
sweet wood, hand made.
About riverwriter
Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else?
wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/
Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
