Day 12 and the task now is to write a poem which incorporates assonance and alliteration. A master of this was Seamus Heaney.
I will admit to a slight cheat with this poem, as it is a new draft of something I played with in 2016, but it did take a bit of tinkering to reach this state:
The less racket made, the better.
Subdue the sound of hammer, chisel, awl,
when cutting into sinew, tendon, bone –
a chisel can be hushed with a folded shawl;
oil can be poured on the teeth of a saw.
The largest knife will prove the best;
one clean sweep, carelessly placed,
is better than many, small, uncertain.
A novice makes weak cuts, she snips
and snaps, leaves heart and gut in poor condition.
What seems to work well with the knife:
hold it light but firm in the palm of your hand.