Driftwood

This is the piece of driftwood I picked up from the beach last week.   It is charred from a fire,  but has such a lovely pattern on it.  I've begun to put some frantage on it,  and I've got some shells that I'm going to break up.   And here's the poem that goes with it:

In amongst the river’s detrius

You lie:

            Unwanted

            Unloved

Carelessly cast aside.

Scarred by fire,

Tossed by the sea

A survivor

Refusing death’s invitation

Yet I see the beauty

            Of your hidden soul

Warmed by the sun

Cooled by a dancing sea breeze

Now you lie undisturbed

Waiting to be discovered

By a casual eye

A curious mind

Will the see reclaim you

Before that hand

            Reaches out to you

Perhaps

But you will survive.

A close up of the frantage.   I resorted to using glue to hold it in place.    This is all for art therapy,  we're doing a mixed media piece,  and creative writing, hence the poem.   It was a nice way to spend the afternoon, even if it did mean missing Wimbledon,  though it might have been a different matter had Murray been playing.   Tomorrow it is back to painting,  I've now sorted out my picture, I use Craft Artist to have a play with various elements,  just to see where to place them.   Now I just have t execute it... easier said than done! 

Best get back to some other writing.