Casey- The Sculpter

Magic hands

milking shapes from space,

Heart creation

mirrored in the face.

Ancient tools,

sweet sweat, flair and skill

strive together

shaping heron bill.
Raw material,

ancient branch and bough,      

Twisted mass

for vision’s furrowed brow.

Phoenix shape

emerging from the elm,

Transformation sailing,

genius at the helm.

Living beauty                  

carved from nature’s dead,

past and present

sharing common bed.                           

Five millennia

resurrected new,

Vision’s pleasure;

oak and gleaming yew.           

Wondrous space,

on Barley Harbour hill,

Casey’s place,

where master labours still.

 

(Dedicated to Michael Casey, the greatest wood sculptor in the world)