Sunday, 5 August 2018

Blacksmith

Blacksmith

Heading towards the gates of hell,
The unwelcoming glow of death.
A pungent beauty to it's smell,
Fills your nostrils, takes your breath.

Lying on a hot flaming pyre,
Body engulfed in searing flame.
Slowly glowing, becoming fire.
Abiding time, a waiting game.

A dancing leaping Ballerina,
Hypnotic dazzling perfection.
Turning whirling concertina,
Showing in the others reflection.

From the furnace to cold dark steel,
Smashing crashing, hounding pounding.
Steel meets steel, molecules congeal,
Clanging banging. Ringing singing.

From the fire, nat a cremation,
The Master performs his magic.
Not the end. Regeneration,
The Alchemy is fantastic,

November 2017

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