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
- Robert Burns: Leezie Lindsay: Fragment
- Robert Burns: My Heart’s In The Highlands:
- Ianthe! You are Call’d to Cross the Sea by Walter Savage Landor
- The Hosts
- Кондратий Рылеев – Меня пленяли наши деды
- A Wren’s Nest by William Wordsworth
- Sonnet Xvi Who Shall Invoke Her
- The Meeting by Sara Teasdale
- Robert Burns: Bannocks O’ Bear Meal:
- The Wise Builder by William Somervile
- Юлий Даниэль – Часовой
- The Death of Grandfather poem – Aleksandr Blok poems | Poetry Monster
- Игорь Северянин – Шутливая рондель
- Ольга Седакова – В незапамятных зимах
- A Supplication
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).
