Woodwork at Wennington (1950 to 1955)
Curled wood shavings scrunching under feet
like tangled hair of a long lost doll,
the hum of the lathe as bowls spin round
gleaming as linseed oil is applied,
while chisel’s chip right across the grain
carving wood smells crowd in to the air,
a saw shearing through that final shelf
dove tail joints the order of the day
These are my memories of those times
Before we went our separate ways.
Corin Jasmine Dienes
19/09/08