Ukiyo-e
Thin curls coaxed from the grain
released from all claim by the dogged
rooting of the spoon gouge
bone white ribbon
easing itself to the fragrant floor
spiral cherry rivulet lost in the churn
at the feet of the carver, the first
thing I remember. A churlish man
as I recall, the burl of his squint
screening detail and smoke
from his cigarette, blue double
helix rising in mirror image
a lowering ceiling steeping
his head in stormy weather
gimlet eye weighing heavy seas
a tempest lipping
the canted rim of a petal thin
tea cup, striated wave
reaching for the heavens
top lopped clean by sheering wind
the fluter and the veiner alive and biting
in the hands of the carver who cuts me free
at last, rendered in stark relief at
the boiling crest of the surf break.
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 3:30 PM UTC
Ukiyo-e
Thin curls coaxed from the grain
released from all claim by the dogged
rooting of the spoon gouge
bone white ribbon
easing itself to the fragrant floor
spiral cherry rivulet lost in the churn
at the feet of the carver, the first
thing I remember. A churlish man
as I recall, the burl of his squint
screening detail and smoke
from his cigarette, blue double
helix rising in mirror image
a lowering ceiling steeping
his head in stormy weather
gimlet eye weighing heavy seas
a tempest lipping
the canted rim of a petal thin
tea cup, striated wave
reaching for the heavens
top lopped clean by sheering wind
the fluter and the veiner alive and biting
in the hands of the carver who cuts me free
at last, rendered in stark relief at
the boiling crest of the surf break.
old poem, something about Japanese wood cut
