This is a response to to the editorial teams ekphrastic poetry challenge.
glows in the deep, dark forest
like it has been stripped of its skin
bark scavenged in advance of the woodcutter
My insides bare on the forest floor
I am log,
no longer tree.
I'm ready to be sculpted
on the giants knee
What shapes what
mystery do you imagine is
contained
beneath the chisel and
your knife?
Poetry by Maija Liepins
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Written on 2021-02-19 at 16:08
Tags Imagination Craft Forest
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Base Material (challenge)
The yellow logglows in the deep, dark forest
like it has been stripped of its skin
bark scavenged in advance of the woodcutter
My insides bare on the forest floor
I am log,
no longer tree.
I'm ready to be sculpted
on the giants knee
What shapes what
mystery do you imagine is
contained
beneath the chisel and
your knife?
Poetry by Maija Liepins
Read 411 times
Editors' choiceWritten on 2021-02-19 at 16:08
Tags Imagination Craft Forest
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