Creeping through the crevices one-by-one
The light of dusk won’t be stopped by aged wood
Seeping into her eyes, woke by the sun
She shudders, shaken by dreams of childhood.
To work she is put, for Father taught well
Lighting coals, preparing the flames to lick
The iron ore glows, casts shadows of hell
Gripped with her tongs, she grabs the iron quick.
Over and over tap the metal beat
His voice rings her ears she quickens her pace
Sweat drips off her brow, sizzling on the heat
Sight blurs, coals shift to eyes blazed on his face.
She forges the shield, pond ’ring the days
When Father forged her, in parallel ways.
About the Creator
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