Frank Prem

a futility of power

 

 

into the water

 

bubbles rise

a crowd

forming into a bubble-balloon

 

pop-pop-pop

 

a kind of anguish

released into the air

 

the steam

 

hiss-s-s

 

an angry threat

uttered into the midst

of a forced taming

 

an inspection

in mid-air

the to-and-fro

of turning

 

then

the forge

again

 

the anger grows

the anger glows

the resistance

hugs itself

into a yellow-orange-red

of glowering

 

eyelessly

identifying

singling out

to charge a fee

in degrees of burn

and temperature

 

the anvil

 

clang

 

the hammer blow

 

sparks rising

 

clang

 

the hammer blow

 

sparks rising

 

s-s-s-s

 

the sizzle of a moment

a moist bead

of fallen sweat

 

clang

 

the sullen sound

torn

blow by blow

away from the nurturing

of power

brooks no song

but the blunt

of an echo

 

into the water

 

hiss-s-s-s

 

bubbles

released

into the air

 

~

Comments4

  • Kat

    You have a nice style of write. It trickles down with every word and as it drops they are heard! I like it.

    • Frank Prem

      Thank you Kat. Delighted you're hearing them.

    • Michael Edwards

      I can hear the fizzle, I can smell the forge - great stuff Frank.

      • Frank Prem

        Cheers, Michael. Glad you can.

      • FredPeyer

        Sounds like a steel mill with many undercurrents of meaning. So well written, Frank! Tiny bubbles........

        • Frank Prem

          Fascinating to look for (and at) manifestations of power. They're everywhere and each one I find can be quite interesting.

          Glad you enjoyed the piece Fred. Thank you.

        • Goldfinch60

          May the bubbles rise into the air and find the light.

          • Frank Prem

            Let us hope, GF.



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