“Apprentice”
Chipped wood
Nicked and dented
Purposely abused to create
What was not earned
Am I a craftsman then?
Or a liar?
Fabricated walls
“Aged” plaster
Crackled paint chips
Shards that flake off into
My shaking hand
Like broken glass
Glass like metal shavings
Their fragmented images
Steal my light
Sending it in a dozen different
Directions
Confusing me
With ambiguous fingers
Pointing first this way
Then that, iridescent swirling hope
A spectrum of half-truths
Promise the possibility
Of a lovely destruction
Even an apprentice can make something
Beautiful
Now and then
–Christina Knowles (2015)
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