the flowered, the plain

by Belle Turnbull

The logs have been sealed away and overlaid
Paper on paper. You long to peel the stuff,
The flowered, the plain, the dearbought dim brocade,
Down to the muslin, down to the old buff,
Down to whatever is left of a man dead,
A bit of wool maybe dyed with butternut
Caught in a mitered corner, a hair of him shed
Or sweet in the wood the name of a a girl cut.
There's not a man or a ledger to tell his name
Or whether he hewed from lodgepole or spruce or fir,
But wherever his bones are on the range or the plain
Here in old years his bones and his brain were.
Every time a nail strikes into the chinking,
Into the hollow of time, it will set you thinking.

12 x 12 x 1.5 inches, sides are unpainted, waxed natural birch
Now on sale for $100.00 USD + shipping within the continental US. If you are local to the Sugar Land /Houston, Texas area, I’d love to deliver it to you and we can waive the shipping cost.

the flowered, the plain

Includes cost of shipping within the continental US. If you’d like to ship to other locations, please contact me so that we can work out the details. Thank you!


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