Poetry About Blacksmiths

The forge turns morning orange. Iron brightens until it can be persuaded. Hammer answers anvil in steady time. Sparks spend themselves across the floor. A hinge takes shape beneath practiced hands. Strength becomes useful only after attention.

Evening changes the shape of the subject. Iron brightens until it can be persuaded. Edges soften, but meaning grows clearer. Sparks spend themselves across the floor. What remains asks to be carried carefully. Strength becomes useful only after attention.

The forge turns morning orange. Time moves, but the image does not leave. Hammer answers anvil in steady time. It returns us to heat, metal, skilled labor, rhythm, repair, and useful forms drawn from stubborn material. A hinge takes shape beneath practiced hands. The day continues with a more attentive heart.