A supple wrist,
Find its balance,
Find its balance,
Lilt and list.
The blade is wrought from tempered blends,
In nine white fires nine demons tend.
Nine times in icy depths it's thrust,
Slough off each impure outer crust.
Next white-hot blade takes ringing blows,
That arm an ancient puissance knows.
Love, envy, loss and wisdom-folly,
By these blows blade is made holy.
Anoint the blade with unguent balms,
Enweave the blade with potent charms.
Sing hidden magicks from the air,
Forge runes to fend off mortal cares.
Last stoke the furnace of the heart,
The final forging named 'Thou Art'.
The blade is supple, lithe and hard,
Fix blade to hilt and hilt to guard.
Weigh the blade with
The blade is wrought from tempered blends,
In nine white fires nine demons tend.
Nine times in icy depths it's thrust,
Slough off each impure outer crust.
Next white-hot blade takes ringing blows,
That arm an ancient puissance knows.
Love, envy, loss and wisdom-folly,
By these blows blade is made holy.
Anoint the blade with unguent balms,
Enweave the blade with potent charms.
Sing hidden magicks from the air,
Forge runes to fend off mortal cares.
Last stoke the furnace of the heart,
The final forging named 'Thou Art'.
The blade is supple, lithe and hard,
Fix blade to hilt and hilt to guard.
Weigh the blade with
A supple wrist,
Find its balance,
Find its balance,
Lilt and list.
White fire, dread cold
proved the blade is true.
White fire, dread cold
proved the blade is true.
You forged the blade
"You forged the blade
ReplyDeleteand the blade is you."
OK, my interpretation (likely wrong, but this is how I read it :)): so the blade you were making is really you, you become what you created, your deeds have shaped who you are.
You start of with a judgement of the blade - weighing it. Blade made from anger though it seems calm, and not just any anger, but one that nine demons tend and what to remove any impure crust - so the calm that is on the surface is being remove to leave nothing but the hidden anger. And then the journey to make the blade holy - I'm picturing it going through human emotions, struggles and such, to become that. Then come the healing of wounds, calimng of the pains, and remove it from further suffering by 'fend(ing) off mortal care'. Now come dreassing of the heart, breathing the 'God' particle, the blade become all that can be, and ready to guard and do what it must.
Back to judgement, this time the blade is tested and proven true; that its you.
Honestly, this one doesn't tell me much about your special 'side' - sorry if I'm not using 'politically correct' words, I don't know them :)I can easily relate to this poem and consider it part of me; not that I would use 'blade' for myself, but I could. Fate has this right over us that we don't have over one another, which is to shape and test us through various trials and hardships. However, again, well written. It gave me a sense of preparing for a fight and getting so into it it become you.
Good stuff in my opinion. :)
I will only say this - the nine demons represent manic events and the white fire is a fire that cannot be seen but it still has it's burning, searing effect even though you don't know at the time.
ReplyDeleteThe rest of the poem follows and you have much of it spot on. I love your phrase 'breathing the 'God' particle'!
I don't give a toss about political correct wording just wording that says what is meant in the best way possible.
I do want this poem to remain open to everyone as these images need not just apply to manic-depressive ordeals but any kind of trial-by-combat that life throws at people.
And thanks for your complimentary words again, they are very encouraging. Have you tried 'Strange Blue Pill', another very recent poem but quite different?
Hahaha... You should also write about 'drawing people into your work' - this is best promotion I've seen in a while... Yes, will have another look at Strange Blue Pill.
ReplyDeleteGlad you like the part about God; maybe I too can write :)
Also glad you don't care about 'political correct wording', not sure I believe there is anything that can be political and correct at the same time :)
It really reminded me of me; just being human, dealing with trials.
You should really continue to write.
The fact that it reminded you of you is the best compliment I could hope for.
ReplyDeleteOh, thanks very much, I'm glad I left that kind of impression on you.
ReplyDeleteI think this is fabulous and spot on, Jamsey. :) Very intriguing! You're especially talented. Thank you for sharing!
ReplyDeleteThank you Helen, very much appreciated.
DeleteNine strikes is about average before it gets too cold to forge. Did you know that?
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful, the anvil sings with the rhythm of the lines.
Each time we break down we build up stronger. Thank you for sharing this. It's very personal. 🙏
I did not know that, that's beautiful to hear your comments, thank you so much z
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