Tinder

by CJ Maleney   Mar 28, 2017


This is not a great inferno,
It's the thing that starts the burn.
Be careful how you handle it
Or a lesson you will learn.

The fire now builds
The bellows make it glow
Metal super heated
Then poured into a mould.

The hammer falls repeatedly,
It makes the anvil sing.
It's note as crisp and clear
As any bell that rings.

The smell of oil and metal
From your brow, the sweat will break.
Your skill revered amongst your peers,
But what will you create?

Polished up and sharpened
You gaze at it with pride
But the shiny thing Within your grasp
Is destined to take lives .

    report violation
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  • 7 years ago

    by mossgirl19

    Oh, another unique piece.

  • 7 years ago

    by CJ Maleney

    I did wonder wonder who was behind this comment and again I was totally stumped.

    As for your comments you got it spot on

    Craig

  • 7 years ago

    by Nicko

    Judging comment

    A raw poem with quiet a strong message. The meter and rhyme work well. I first thought it was about forging a sword or something similar but suspect there is a deeper meaning here about anything we create that can inflict harm on others? Anyway an enjoyable read well done!

  • 7 years ago

    by Lyical Madness

    Beautifully worded x

  • 7 years ago

    by Ren

    This is awesome! Your rhyming is flawless...and those last few lines...wow!
    Another great write! Excellent job!

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