Cogs and Cobwebs

[Susan-Morris3]

Set in a field by the river of dreams,
near a chuckling Brook,
a windmill with its towering height,
painted sails soft shimmer white,
casting crinkled shadows,
as he slowly turns with ease,
warmly waves on gentle breeze.

I step inside his dusky tower,
into a secret world of power,
of eyes , harps and butterflies,
creaks sqweeks and groans,
great wheels and cogs and cobwebs,
three ton of beams and stone,
i smell sweet dusty apple-wood,
burnt elm and solid oak.

I touch the mighty wallower,
that holds the stone,
the Derbyshire!
four feet of solid grit.
on the floor by bags of flour,
the master millwright sits,
keen of eye steady hand,
so complex is his daily task-
he masks his true career,
a great a fine professional,
a civil engineer.

[arunansu]

Lovely images SM, and great flow. I wonder whether it would be better to follow a rhyming pattern, if you have to rhyme! Alas, I don't know much about it, so better watch out for other replies.
on the floor by bags of flour - 'flour'? You mean the one used in bread? Honestly, to me this line sticks out.

Apart from that, I enjoyed the read. Thanks for sharing.

[Susan-Morris3]

Thanks for your comments, "flour." Yes did mean the sort that makes bread is there another ? Did you think i meant flower! don't understand why you would think that, its a windmill that grinds corn to make flour. Maybe I will change that, if it is confusing.

[David]

Another good 'un, Susan. The only thing I'd suggest is tweaking the last line slightly. Steeped in irony and sarcasm as we are, we're not used to such plain speaking, and probably expect "a civil engineer" to be a particularly polite one.

Cheers

David