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


Sunday, February 22, 2009

Cathedral St Etienne, Auxerre, Bourgogne



















I had to take this photograph from a rather strange angle. But I think the result is worth it. The stone carving is magnificent. The splendour of this handworked stone is always inspiring. Click on the photographs to see the details.
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With thanks to Rana and Rani.
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