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
- Sporting Acquaintances by Siegfried Sassoon
- Robert Burns: Sonnet Written On The Author’s Birthday, : On hearing a Thrush sing in his Morning Walk.
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 44. She Is Far From the Land. Томас Мур.
- Sappho Redivivus: A Fragment by Robert Burns
- Water Strider
- Verses Faiz Ulla
- Robert Burns: On A Scotch Bard, Gone To The West Indies:
- Be Prepared by Raj Napal
- Corinna, from Athens, to Tanagra by Walter Savage Landor
- The New World by Philip Levine
- The Poet as Hero by Siegfried Sassoon
- Ballade Of True Wisdom poem – Andrew Lang poems
- A reason for you by Pritha halder
- Who Goes With Fergus? by William Butler Yeats
- Untitled XXII by Yunus Emre
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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).
