Iron, that malleable thing
can be forged in fashion first seen in smithy’s mind.
He fires and draws
punches and bends
smites and cuts and fires again
each stay in the coals increases the iron’s tenderness
redsorangesyellowswhites glow like comets, traverse the darkness
Sparks sap resistance.
Hammer clangs, first to iron, then to steel it’s song of change,
Is it hammer or anvil that claims victory?
Or the iron that yields — with or without its will?
Anvil, that ancient force uses me to play its song and
there is no melody without the suffering of strikes.
Good smiths let the iron do its bending with
just … gentle …guidance.
Force and blow do something to the soul and
there are strikes that can never be corrected. Once made
they live forever in the iron…
hidden… silent… waiting…
for the next repair when
hope foments change and
Crack
all is lost and left lying on the anvil
in disgrace.
Copyright ©: Olga Dytyniak
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Crossroads by Roger Hayes
- Kyrenaikos
- The Innovator by Stephen Vincent Benet
- Are You the New person, drawn toward Me? by Walt Whitman
- Владимир Гиляровский – На Севере
- The Servant When He Reigneth by Rudyard Kipling
- Love Sonnet XXIX poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Resolved To Be Loved
- oh no – not another love poem! by Raj Arumugam
- Song of the Universal. by Walt Whitman
- The Old Stone Cross by William Butler Yeats
- Inscription to Chloris by Robert Burns
- Dawlish Fair poem – John Keats poems
- O You Whom I Often and Silently Come. by Walt Whitman
- Валерий Брюсов – К портрету К.Д. Бальмонта
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Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
