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
- Sonnet 100: Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget’st so long by William Shakespeare
- In Praise Of Henna by Sarojini Naidu
- Song—Stay my Charmer by Robert Burns
- For the Young Who Want To by Marge Piercy
- Федор Тютчев – Как дымный столп светлеет в вышине
- Владимир Маяковский – Послание пролетарским поэтам
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Мне были дороги мгновенья
- Robert Burns: Epistle To Major Logan:
- The Ruins Of Time by Robert Lowell
- Orlando Furioso Canto 24 by Ludovico Ariosto
- Николай Гумилев – Жестокой
- Instead of farewell by Vinko Kalinić
- Exposure by Seamus Heaney
- Threshold by Rabindranath Tagore
- Vegetable Swallow by Tristan Tzara
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).
