Apologies for reusing a photograph I've already posted but strangely enough I have few pictures of scaffolding. In actual fact I have one photograph of scaffolding.
Last Friday I was in a friend's car and we had to stop for a lorry loaded with scaffolding equipment to manoeuvre into place so as to make the unloading easier. I happened to say "You need optimism to be a scaffolder". I was thinking of the times I have seen them balancing on bars to construct these amazing frames inside which something will happen. This set me thinking
Last Friday I was in a friend's car and we had to stop for a lorry loaded with scaffolding equipment to manoeuvre into place so as to make the unloading easier. I happened to say "You need optimism to be a scaffolder". I was thinking of the times I have seen them balancing on bars to construct these amazing frames inside which something will happen. This set me thinking
You
Have to be Optimistic to be a Scaffolder
Balanced
on a horizontal bar.
Up
there, in the zone,
bolting
in a supporting spar,
you
need the knowledge, faith as well,
to
sketch a safe perimeter,
build
another’s workspace,
and
when the tower is assembled,
and
when the learning‘s done,
like
a strip of film run
the
wrong way through the projector,
piece
by piece, you take it down,
to
construct the next nurturing shell,
which
in its turn you’ll dismantle,
to
start from scratch again.
I think it is a pretty straight forward poem. It is not yet complete. It requires work-watch this space [as you would scaffolding being erected].
Here's Bottle Top Blues by Brooke Sharkey. It's just been released as a single.
Until next time.
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