Smell of smoke
Nostrils of coal
Anvils ring
Patterns unfold
Plow share or buckle
Beauty in metal
Passed on eons
Forged iron kettle
Wheel creek runs
Seize water's strength
Spinning shafts above
Hammers pound length
Bellows of air
Sparkles of shale
Red hot ingots
Sooner impaled
Tongs to grasp
Swages to shape
Chase the colors
Quench not late
Cheeks of soot
Grecian arms
Dead on eye
Blacksmith charm
Augustus / Houston / May 2017
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Augustus (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: missing that aspect of my life.
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Fantastic Augustus
Every word had me.
I loved metal work
When I was at school.
I can still taste and
Smell that forge...
Wonderful work sir..
I have a collection of just about everything in that photo and more. Thanks.
I watch Forged In Fire every chance I get . I see the personality in each person in every knife they make .I imagine it's a great feeling forging steel into a beautiful creation . Forcing the indomitable to move by will .
Yes you are absolutely correct. It is something about moving metal, actually a chemical reaction, and creating something by hand. Thanks.
Very good write. A friend of ours was a blacksmith, it was so good to see him create super shapes out of metal.
Good friend to have.
I can relate. There are things I miss, as well, as children and family and work make demands of my time. Love the flow of the words Augustus! I can hear the sounds of a busy workplace in the words.
Thanks. My wife says she can see the pictures in what I write.
Ah - you make it all come to life in this vivid description of what it takes to create with metal. A great read my friend and thanks for sharing a job I knew so little about.
Thanks Fay.
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