The Journeymen Speak - James Prescott

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The Journeymen Speak

Copyright © 2011 James Prescott

I am iron, at Thorwulf's hand I learned what it is to be strong.

I am brass, at Thorwulf's hand I learned to glow with the beauty of gold.

I am gem, at Thorwulf's hand I learned to dazzle and gleam.

I am leather, at Thorwulf's hand I learned to protect and bend with grace.

I am beeswax, at Thorwulf's call I learned the power of union with leather.

I am cedar, at Thorwulf's bidding I learned to fly true to the mark.

I am cloth, on Thorwulf's form I learned what it means to be worn with style.

I am ink, at Thorwulf's hand on paper I learned to sing and celebrate.

I am pumpkin, at Thorwulf's hand I learned my evil laugh.

I am brother, in Thorwulf's company I learned true brotherly love.

[ I wrote this prose poem on the occasion of Thorwulf Bjornsson having to give up both heavy metal working and SCA combat due to accumulated injury. Temporarily, as it turned out. 2011-June-02.]

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