The Lathe of Heaven ~ a Short Poem
The Le Guins Keep Coming
This is my 8th article this year based on the titles of books by science fiction/fantasy author Ursula Le Guin. I am surprised I have been able to come up with ideas for each of these so far but it is an interesting challenge I have set myself.
This time I used the book title '' as the inspiration, and it took the form of a poem. It is also one of the shortest pieces of poetry I have written. I intended to make it longer and although I tried my muse wouldn't provide me with any further verses. I, therefore, took that as a sign that this poem says everything it needs to. The Lathe of Heaven
Besides, sometimes less is more.
The Lathe of Heaven
The Lathe of Heaven's turning,
The chisels cut and trim,
The Master Craftsman shows his skill.
There's no such thing as sin.
He sculpts the wood with steady hands
To carve the perfect shapes,
Modelled in His image,
He never makes mistakes.
But sometimes raw materials
Contain a warp or flaw
That causes imperfection
And breaks the Craftsman's law.
© 2016 John Hansen