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



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