Whittening (i)
Back, forth, round,
back, forth, round,
back, forth, round.
Sharper than you have ever been
almost unseemly, a return to ride
my spine; raised to grate against,
not with, your cutting edge.
Stung with sweat, calcified rasp,
vertebrae fused as impenetrable
range; Pennine backbone stands,
proud, to your need.
Back, forth, round,
back, forth, round,
back, forth, round.
Grindstone (ii)
Dry whistle, wheeze, through grit caked teeth,
parched tongues, grey lungs sang a quarryman's span.
Cisterns, troughs, held promise of water,
flags, for new Parliament, caps for a post.
Sea trade flakes of skin and sputum,
grindstones crushed far more than corn.
Blade city, built with sweat, sand stone,
birthed on the edge of a tool pouch bulge.
Sagacity gleams, in fine shined dining,
polished on backs, hunched, sharp, poor.
Ashlar faced, coarse hands are the whetstones;
Freestone's grade, hewn in life's cost.
Back, forth, round,
back, forth, round,
back, forth, round.
Art of cooking (iii)
Whetstone ground, rasped, in smooth small circles;
you taught us how to hone a sliver of hate to a glint.
Slip point 'twixt gristle and bone as hen's bane;
soft pressure bares pearlescent sheathed flesh.
We, Tulp's kitchen pupils, table pressed, crane
a view, then You, twist, pull, grey sinews stretched
as silly-string; a nick, amputate at the spur, free.
Now claw and squabble for the prize; ochre scaled
capons foot marionette plaything; spoils
for patient attention at the anatomy class.
Back, forth, round,
back, forth, round,
back, forth, round.
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minor edit 06.05.10
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Words from stone YSP 04.10
extra sources:
http://chestofbooks.com/home-improvement/workshop/Turning-Mechanical/Gri...
http://www.wickersleyweb.co.uk/hist/quarry.htm
The Anatomy Lesson of Dr. Nicolaes Tulp, 1632, Rembrandt Van Rijn
http://z.about.com/d/arthistory/1/0/z/W/dp_ngl_0707_07.jpg

Comments
MistakenMagic | April 24, 2010 - 22:33
'Dry whistle, wheeze, through grit caked teeth,
parched tongues, grey lungs sang a quarryman's span.'
- really love these lines! The whole poem has a wonderful lyrical quality and I love the structure with the refrain of:
'Back, forth, round,
back, forth, round,
back, forth, round.'
Magic xxx
lenchenelf | April 25, 2010 - 19:34
Thanks so Magic atb Lena xx