The Stonemason’s Yard by Canaletto, 1795. Oil on Canvas. National Gallery, London, UK
The Stonemason’s Yard Form: Quatrains
Weathered city in the morning sun Beaten, dilapidated by time Echoing to the chisel tapping sound A craftsman chipping at stone
Tap tap tapping a rhythm of sound Resounds across the square A makeshift and do workplace Repairs for the decaying mother church
Like an actor taking his performance To his audience amid the flaking plaster With rough old timer exposing brick The craftsman performs to make it good
I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an ongoing project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever-growing love of poetry.
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