Wednesday, March 12, 2008

The Knifemaker

Dark oil rims his nails
as he handles a piece of leaf spring
seeing the twisted line
forging itself from folded metal.
Behind closed lids
shadows change shape. Sharp edges
unsheathe like claws
under the hammer's caress.

for Mushtaq and the rest of the gang at Tribal Edge Knives

also for Cafe Writing: oil, spring, change

Collection available! Knocking from Inside

6 comments:

ozymandiaz said...

how elequently you pay homage

Jill said...

I actually don't think of a knifemaker when I read this, it made me think of a mechanic...

Julia Smith said...

'Behind closed lids
shadows change shape. Sharp edges
unsheathe like claws'

Really like those lines.

charles said...

Thank you Tiel...with your permission, I'd like to print this and hang it in our workshop where steel is brought to life...

Chuck
Tribal Edge

Tiel Aisha Ansari said...

Chuck-- feel free. It's for you guys...

One More Believer said...

what a compliment from chuck... pretty much sez it all...