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
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
The Knifemaker
Labels:
free verse,
poetry,
wordpower
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6 comments:
how elequently you pay homage
I actually don't think of a knifemaker when I read this, it made me think of a mechanic...
'Behind closed lids
shadows change shape. Sharp edges
unsheathe like claws'
Really like those lines.
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
Chuck-- feel free. It's for you guys...
what a compliment from chuck... pretty much sez it all...
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