Once upon a time there was a Mush that lived on a hill who needed to do something with his life. He failed at school, quit college and was about to jump off a pier when a wise old man called out; ‘Hey Mush, come work for me and be my apprentice!’
And for the next twelve years the Mush learnt everything he could possibly know about jewellery and watches and clocks.
Oh yes Peeps, I was a Jeweller in a past life and although I’m now a desk jockey (yay) I’ve never lost my love or passion for jewellery and design. This poem is my tribute and my memory of the feeling of making someone happy with a piece of jewellery that was a one off, unique item for them and no one else.
BTW the items pictured below… I made them (wink, wink, smug grin).
His universe wraps around him
As he sits in the crescent moon recess
Of his worn wooden bench
Every notch, gouge and etching
A signed memory
With leather tarp draped neatly over his lap
No bits or slivers will be left behind this day
As he works in the microverse
Every tap, every cut, every twist and turn he makes
Precise motion with no deviation
Surrounded by silver and gold
And crystals of shape and colour
He begins his alchemy
Turning the raw into splendour
His fingers float over his menagerie of tools
Devices of possible torture
No; wands for every spell
Ready to do his bidding
Like genies of his imagination
And so begins the creation
What will it be today?
Keeping us guessing
Piece by piece
The jigsaw comes together
A bit of spit and polish, it’s finished
Ready to adorn those who believe it worthy
His only want, his only need
The smile it creates and the joy it will bring
Paid in full, the Craftsman’s work is done