In this third set of Poems Of The Week we have a vivid and kinetic poem to transport you to a new setting during lockdown, by Rebecca Goss.
Blacksmith, making
I met a man fluent
in the lexicon of spark
and watched him stand, forge lit,
waiting for the brightest yellow.
I witnessed steel’s blazed
compliance in the vice,
neared an anvil’s kept heat,
saw the dips and rust upon its face. I heard
the hammer’s bounce and strike
and bounce again.
Felt myself to be occupied
by the chime of it.
I held a latch, full of purpose,
and his thinking.
(A poem from Rebecca’s “Suffolk Poems Project”, more of which can be found here )