Poem -
The Blacksmith
Fire, steel, rivets and hammer
dust, noise, red hot metal
anvil, tongs and sheer power
the blacksmith has it all
forge fired up and ready
with tools all standing by
leather apron now in place
anticipation is high
arc of sparks from the grinder
flash across the workshop
powering on through the day
working hard until you drop
hammer clashes down on metal
an air of expectation
as slowly the piece is formed
stand back and see his creation
Watching a blacksmith at work is amazing,
and I am honoured to have had the chance.
© Lissie Bull 2016
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Hello Lissie...
That is very cool!
The great creativity that can come out of extreme heat and extreme cold is amazing...
The blacksmith uses extreme heat...
The sculptures out of ice...
To watch them from their first touch to the finishing product even bears carved out of wood...
Vision to hand...
What a gift!
Great write!
Thank you for sharing...
Hugs...
sparrowsong
Worked in a steel mill. Many of my fellow workers, especially the welders, worked part time as blacksmiths.
Great tribute.
HI LISSIE GREAT POEM LOVE IT
love what you did here, Lissie, observational poetry can be difficult to package, not sure if I've ever read a poem about a blacksmith, a very organic feel to this write that I enjoyed, quite brilliant....cheers my friend