The Forge


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


  • Author: Augustus (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 21st, 2017 13:43
  • Comment from author about the poem: missing that aspect of my life.
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • P.H.Rose

    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..

    • Augustus

      I have a collection of just about everything in that photo and more. Thanks.

    • swingline

      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 .

      • Augustus

        Yes you are absolutely correct. It is something about moving metal, actually a chemical reaction, and creating something by hand. Thanks.

      • Goldfinch60

        Very good write. A friend of ours was a blacksmith, it was so good to see him create super shapes out of metal.

        • Augustus

          Good friend to have.

        • WriteBeLight

          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.

          • Augustus

            Thanks. My wife says she can see the pictures in what I write.

          • Fay Slimm.

            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.

            • Augustus

              Thanks Fay.

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