Folk Heart

A poetry pulsation

Folk Art wood carving from Belarusian sculptor Andrey Sagalov

Callused laymen hands, 
Dirtied with oil and grime,
Sharpen the pencil,
To whittle out rhyme,

Carving a cadence,
Humming whilst hewing,
Fashioning fiction,
From words that I’m chewing,

The pulsing of my blood,
Life of my art - I nurse,
Untrained, unweaned,
on the teat of poetic verse,

Style and form adorns,
A contemporary rune,
Scratching out lettering,
Syllables scattered and strewn,

As tangled as roots,
Rustically written,
A bespoke piece,
The sculptor is smitten,

Find the makers mark,
At the base, at our start,
The lifeblood of Folk Art,
Beats in my Folk Heart.

Submitted to Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub.


Original poem by © Darius the Mate


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17 thoughts on “Folk Heart

  1. A beautifully crafted poem, Darius. The description of the hands beckoned me in, and I love how they ‘Sharpen the pencil, / To whittle out rhyme’. The alliteration and rhythm in these lines enhance their musicality:
    ‘Carving a cadence,
    Humming whilst hewing,
    Fashioning fiction,
    From words that I’m chewing’.

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