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Picked
And
Scratched
Scratched
And
Picked
Woodchips
Hid
Protective
Years
Of
Emulsion
Challenged
Me
Eventually
I broke
Them free
Inspecting
Their
Withdrawal
Balanced
On my
Tip
I gently
Flicked
Turning
Back to
Face
The wall
Scratching
And
Picking
With
No more
Woodchips
To withdraw
Thomas Johnson
Sat 30th Apr 2016 21:20
This is such a simple and yet vivid description. I appreciate the pleasant pace and imagery.
Lynn Hamilton
Tue 5th Apr 2016 21:03
Thanks Martin. If in doubt, cover with woodchip and paint over. I have a feeling woodchip might have a resurgence but with much bigger chips (would have great texture). x
This a fab poem Lynn, and to think my parents loved woodchip ,it covered a multitude of uneven surfaces and anything that you wanted to hide. I have to confess that even I have used it in the past. But it was momentary lapse of judgement.!
Lynn Hamilton
Sun 3rd Apr 2016 19:29
Wood chip brings tears to eyes one way or another, Anita. Pleased yours were due to laughter. I'm going to need ladders and an industrial stripper this time! Its very fresh in my memory though, my mum going ballistic at the state of the wall at the side of my bed. I just couldn't resist! Similar feeling to snaring that out of reach crow from up your nose! Xx
Oh Lynn I cried laughing at this piece of torment! It took me back to the past and hours, or rather days, of doing just that! Hope there's only one wall of it!! It'll ruin your nails hun x
Anita
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Lynn Hamilton
Sun 1st May 2016 09:24
Thanks for reading and commenting Thomas
Lynn x