You wonder what the two pieces
means to me.
They had casually been thrown up on the shore.
Pieces of beauty that travelled far
they have so much to tell
Of oceans, people, fear and hope.
If I were a painter with the fame of Van Gogh
I might paint it so you could see.
It is not just discarded wood.
They were polished by life
Roughened by salt and sand
Battered whilst still in human domain.
I shall sand them, gently polish
with natural oil.
Then make an honoured corner with
Driftwood and shells.
© miriam ivarson