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Iron lies softening in the withering
heat, nesting in coals
and awaiting with patience (or not so much)
that signal shade, the
brightness that ventures just shy of raw sunlight
but only appears
in the oak-shuttered shade of the smithy.
My hammer falls to
no shimmering, sword-movie shower of sparks,
but a satisfied
if strangely muted thud, which means “yes” in the
language of iron.
heat, nesting in coals
and awaiting with patience (or not so much)
that signal shade, the
brightness that ventures just shy of raw sunlight
but only appears
in the oak-shuttered shade of the smithy.
My hammer falls to
no shimmering, sword-movie shower of sparks,
but a satisfied
if strangely muted thud, which means “yes” in the
language of iron.
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Re: Therapy
Sun, October 5, 2008 - 4:36 AMWow... What I like is the simple analogy
of blacksmithing with therapy.
It would be glib to simply SAY
that therapy is like smithing
but the process is the proof.
Great!
