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
Friday, November 14, 2008
Chez Betty
We stopped for a quick sandwich chez Betty during a visit at Provins. The cadre was lovely, the street outside, the walk almost anywhere around the marvellous buildings in this medevial town called Provins. The street is, as befits a medevial town, fittingly cobbled. Betty kindly agreed to let me take this photograph of her and her universe.
(With the permission of Betty).
Aux Delices de Betty
45 Rue du Val
77160 Provins.