Fire, Forge and Furnace


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‘The Smith’: Illus.from’The Book Of English Trades’, Museum of English Ryral Life, Reading University.

FIRE, FORGE & FURNACE

It began with the furnace
When limping Hephaestus
tamed his volcanic forge,
before Prometheus
poached fire,
and brought to mankind,
his creation,
those skills of
 inspired artistry
 in metal and the arts,
for which he suffered
until, released, liver-less,
 from his eagle-torn fate

So, his legacy,
passed on to the smith,
farrier, blacksmith, metalworker,
a noble calling
worthy trade
artist in iron
his skill
portrayed in metal
wrought within the fire
of Vulcan’s heart

Bent over the anvil
he finds his future
his art is in iron
his heart lies there too
the kiln his spirit
the anvil his easel
tongs his palette knife
his hammer his brush

Rendering and wrenching
forging
forcing his will
on that malleable metal
moulding with skill
stroking the steel
forming shape
to match imagination
to meet a need
create a masterwork
from his mind’s ferment

The furnace,
bellowed into life,
bright burning coals
in heat and fusion
throw shadows all around
as if their flickering flames
are desperate to escape
and return
to the place of their birth –
the fiery inferno
in Vulcan’s heart.

Hephaestus

Hephaestus

 

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13 thoughts on “Fire, Forge and Furnace

  1. I’m smiling, I have to tell you this. I had been listening to a medieval ambiance tavern video on you tube when I read this…and it was perfect. Love these lines-

    moulding with skill
    stroking the steel
    forming shape
    to match imagination
    to meet a need
    create a masterwork
    from his mind’s ferment

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  2. Excellent poetry Roland and words that bring out the emotion and your connection to the trade. I was speaking to a lady earlier this week who told me her father was made redundant at the age of 55 and he followed his dream of becoming a Blacksmith. He is 90 now and still keeping his hand in.

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    • Thanks for responding, Davy. Yes, I think it’s a hobby I would quite like to take up myself – if I could tear myself away from my poetic muse. Although I sometimes think she is trying to tear herself away from me!

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