Tonight Lisa from dVerse Poets Pub has set a sculptural challenge. We are charged to include the word contour in a quadrille (a poem of exactly 44 words).

My wood-grained heart has taken me back to a recent retreat at Eden Rise near Totnes, Devon (UK) where – in the converted barn (with stained glass windows) that we were using for devotional chanting to Mumma Earth – there was a fine piece of timber (I didn’t get a photo) that carried the unmistakable likeness of one of the dear friends with whom I cavort at Cambsdance in Cambridge (again UK).

The quadrille include references to his name. Not telling! 

re-wilding

behold the contours of thy face
sculpted from wood - with easy grace -
patrician curve of handsome nose;
thy eyebrows light; mouth in repose;
engaging growth-rings of the tree, 
a lion mane's vitality:
flaming a-fire, banner unfurled,
inspiring us to love the world

© Kathy Labrum McVittie 1 April 2024