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The Smithy – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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The Smithy

The fizz and sputter of the raked coals,
brazier aglow
and the glisten of sweat as he
worked the bellows
and rained down successive blows,
hammering like thunder
such new creations
as metal yielded like
a sacrifice on the anvil
as if forged in the very heat
of the beginning of time,
the warmth of the fire
filling the air with ash
and all the smells of
grit and iron,
this place of force and might
is yet an intricate design
of all that could be.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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