Scribe - Poem by Ciaran McLarnon
The brown veneer teases.
The sheen disguises and pleases.
Dares me to mark and score
the ancient wood filled with knots and gnarls.
Lines and Knots are encased by the shine.
Ancient wood to be stained, marked by the lines.
Keeping the contents in pristine condition,
valuing beyond mere pounds and pence.
A crime long forgotten, a deed etched in time.
The veneer fails to protect, a thought so sublime.
A monument scored, a message held. Dear
secret revenge, a message held clear.
To redress the balance, settle the score.
A revenge found by chance, and remembered in lore.
Pride now a virtue, soothing wrath and envy;
To further a challenge, a mark to enhance.
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