After Guardian – “ When winter comes by
Jane Clarke”..
A hard day of
labor,
laborious for the day,
innocent metal stretching
its legs on the mound,
the wary
eyes and angry
stretch of hammer, ready
to strike to bend the hard,
unbendable; the red embers
at the furnace glow; do you
think the steel hot is forgiving,
for blacksmith endures hither
and thither on his hands, bubbles
to be anointed by his beloved
at home when he reaches at
the end of the day; some pain
afore pleasure, she gently consoles.
Everything needs a process
grinding stone, grinding,
till it transformed a shiny
Gold.
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