ARTISAN OF WORDS


I am an artisan of words
Which I sculpt, chisel and fashion the way I can;
I am a creator of worlds;
I pour my emotion into the poems I write.
I breathe life into them, blow them skywards
And finish them only when they sound right.

These remnants of thought without reason
Will remain on pages season after season
Long after I'm gone; when my task is done
The love, the longing, the pain
Will be evoked then by somebody else
Who in turn will remember and write again
To create another slow soft song
That people can read and draw into their hearts
Then pillowed by words, cushioned by dreams
My poems will ride high the moonbeams.



Copyright: Rani Turton 2007


Wednesday, September 24, 2008

A Bat at the balcony





This fabulous creature propping up a balcony was taken on a house about 40 km from Paris. The details are quite simply amazing. There are two balconies that have these carvings.

Cette créature fabuleuse soutenant un balcon nous a surpris à une quarantaine de km de Paris. Les détails sont extraordinaires. La maison présente deux balcons superposés et chacun a ainsi son génie propre.








This is another detail of a figure on another floor.


Cette créatutre soutient le balcon du 2ème étage.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Imagine the sculptor who may have done the intricate carvings while lying on his back on shaky scaffolding. As I admire architecture and ceiling paintings, I am reminded of how patient Michaelangelo became as he painted the ceiling of the Sistene Chapel.

Anonymous said...

those sculptures are redicioulusly well done. i like how despite the perfection there is the whole halp people half beast feel. if i were going for perfection i would stay with one thing, which only adds to the genious

Anonymous said...

well this is nice pic