The Mantel Cracked
June 20, 2009
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A timber house built by a calloused hand
The numb hand that built the stone hearth
The foundation of both laid on uneven ground
By a hand too tempted by haste to mind
Too few nails joining plank to beam
Nor enough mortar to bed stone
Too much need makes way for mindless haste
Always the less in building the less in standing
The hand no more careless than its mind
A mind lost in need unaware of spirit
Spiritless homestead where children dare be born
In a home that has need yet not time
No time for nurturing by the light of the hearth
Soulless fire giving no warmth yet stoking want
A fireplace lacking the ability to feed the souls
of the family starving within the uneven home
Leaving only ghosts who wanted for so much
That the Mantel cracked beneath the load
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Groovin’ on the poetry, Polar. Keep up the good verse.
Zentress – Well Thanks for stopping by & for the kind words. Dobry Den.
I loved this and will need to come back to it again…
it makes me think of old crofts abandoned on hillside after the clearances in Scotland..but also makes me think of hasty relationships as well..not looking into a strong foundation of intimacy and looking for an outside fix..So maybe its a mirror for a way I have been..
But that is how good poetry should be, like great Art you should be able to step into it, its true dimensional breathings.. just like this ruin tower of stones/ sculptor and see its many dimensions and also see parts of your self reflected back to me …as you may see yourself also..You have a way of writing that slows down the eye, to me that is a true gift, like the eastern art of calligraphy, I have to go with the shape of your words as well as the resonances.. I have to slow down and breathe….thank you for the space..and the light here..
I do go on, don’t I 🙂 xx You are still my hero