The Portal In Wayland's Smithy
A Terza Rima Inspired By A Beautiful Painting By The Glittering Fox
Introduction
This is my sixty-sixth piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's inspirational artwork. I love the beautiful autumnal colours in this work.
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This poem is a Terza Rima
Terza rima was invented early in the fourteenth century by the Italian poet Dante Alighieri for his narrative poem the Divine Comedy, which he set in hendecasyllabic lines. In English, poets often use iambic pentameter. Terza rima is a challenging form for a poet, and it did not become common in the century following its invention. The form is especially challenging in languages that are inherently less rich in rhymes than Italian.
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The music is "The Blacksmith" by Steeleye Span
The Portal In Wayland's Smithy
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Magician Wayland Had A Mystic Smithy
It Was Constructed Of Ancient Standing Stones
And On The First Stone, A Spiral You Could See
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The White Hare Is Sitting In There All Alone
At The Gate Of Bright Stars To Another World
This, The Portal Through Which The Elders Have Gone
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Through This Doorway, See The Mirrie Dancers Swirl
There Are Lands And Creatures Far Beyond Our Ken
Mountains And Great Castles With Their Flags Unfurled
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Is Wayland's Smithy One's Path To A Heaven
There Are Learned Teachers Who Say It Might Be
For We Mere Mortals Here, This Is Our Question
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To Pass Through The Portal In Wayland's Smithy
Magical Wonders Are There For You To See
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January 2026 I thought Iโd spend the night in neon lights on grainy film but my brother is telling me how an eternity of hell is caused by prevalent peace, and who am I to disrupt such a thing? So I found myself in the same skin with the same sights, wondering whether or not I am one of thoseโ do I feel peace? Do I expect more when it is gone? It being everything. Weโre running out of time but the car is belching up something strange and weโve got God in between our eyes nodding along to every apology and plea spoken for our friends and loved onesโ they donโt know any better, theyโll come around eventually. Heโs telling me about barbed wire guides around lives and ties and wives and lies and, look, the snow is starting to fall so I guess we better hang up soon. But itโs been too long. Weโre building fields of skills and realms of distrust and these moments are only seen now, can no longer be read as words, only swept with eyes upon oil pastels or smudged charcoal. Itโs a painting of an evening, like Danielโs soles in Edgar Degasโ mind, but if anything is just itโs the lack of unrest in skin like His and lives like thisโ okay, so maybe five hours on the phone is a lot if you have a job and youโre trying to cook dinner, but only one of us falls into that gorge and only one of us believes in what lies beneath it. My brother tells me things that sit in my spirit like half an ounce of prospect and a squeeze of bourn, how he tells God to let me in: despite my sins, despite all the moons in between these calls, despite the burning in both of our throats. I do feel peace here. I also feel that my peace is a subpar window job, a pinkyโs strength avoiding blizzards inside the bedsheets. Iโd like to spend more nights like this, with contrasting disaster living between a speakerphone, and God finding some space in between.
By Olivia Dodge2 days ago in Poets
Comments (4)
Magically lovely, Mike
That was so wonderful and magical. Loved it so much!
I love how I often learn about new poetry forms from you. Even having gotten a Bachelor's in English and a Master's in Creative Writing, you show me that there is still a wide world of poetry for me to explore out there. Well done on the poem itself, also. I particularly love the stanza "Through This Doorway, See The Mirrie Dancers Swirl / There Are Lands And Creatures Far Beyond Our Ken / Mountains And Great Castles With Their Flags Unfurled". It feels so mystical and dream-like.
I enjoyed the combination of art, music and poetry! Thanks, Mike!!๐๐