Scythes dropped for oars
And the cranes
put to halt
for the nets,
and spinning spools –
unwinding down
trenches, through
straights
breaking with ebb
and crest.
Heart on course
for leaving behind
every last
and rebuilt
bridge.
Scythes dropped for oars
And the cranes
put to halt
for the nets,
and spinning spools –
unwinding down
trenches, through
straights
breaking with ebb
and crest.
Heart on course
for leaving behind
every last
and rebuilt
bridge.
A rush!
YOU have “the Carpenter’s” touch.
“D”
Migrating metaphor with beautiful voice and tone – well done.