I am cold iron,
my heart a bellows,
my mind a forge.
My hands are hammers,
striking my chest, a hollow
ring
ringing in my hollow steel
stomach, full of caustic machine oil
and rust
I rust and slow
slow to a stop with my
nuts and bolts,
hinges and pivots.
iron mind and iron body
iron body and iron soul
I am cold iron, that is all.
Suzanne German
what an interesting twist of strength into its own enemy…very well written and intriguing too.
threepaths replied
Thanks, it’s always good to get feedback.
Amber LaParne
very nicely written, very tight imagery. Good job!
keet
nice
Jen Whyte
This has a very powerful flow …. strong yet I sense the brittleness in your words ….