| ms brownlow ms brownlow carves wooden teeth from unsuitable wood her 2 year old daughter watches from her hook on the wall the trapdoor in the kitchen rises and falls a melon rests in an ornate bowl precisely placed and unmoving when night arrives she sits erect as still as the fruit precisely placed until the morning star is visible through the shutters when she resumes her carving and shavings gather at her feet | ![]() |