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
- Dead March by Weldon Kees
- Ольга Берггольц – Какая тёмная зима
- Sweet Dancer by William Butler Yeats
- The Waggon A-Stooded by William Barnes
- Николай Глазков – Бабье лето
- At the Top of My voice by Vladimir Mayakovsky
- My Lady in Her White Silk Shawl by Vachel Lindsay
- Suicide In The Trenches by Siegfried Sassoon
- O the Chimneys by Nelly Sachs
- Question mark remarks by Mark Miller
- Владимир Костров – Выходец из волости лесистой
- By The Seaside by William Wordsworth
- Song Of The Spinning Wheel by William Wordsworth
- Ford o’ Kabul River by Rudyard Kipling
- Владимир Корнилов – Погодинка
Some external links:
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).
