Hammered out the bones, they said
to become who I never was.
Ice in cold, and fire in bright
to sliver through the winter days
and grow out from the night.
I was a small child, then
after birth and before the hammers fell.
I was two half-open eyes
seeing only what I desired
until the yearlings stole.
I've become a man now, or so they tell
with iron wrapped from hand to hand
savoring every inch of soul.
I've become a furnace burning bright,
taken up in waiting fire,
to be who heaven said I was
and live the wild man's life.
Author notes
Might add more...
-thefallout
www.theeverlastingfallout.com/read
A contest entry
- Teach Me to Wear Fire by Oya Ayaba Nikua.
1000 points, ended December 1, 2008, 28 entries
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I appreciate the strong tone of voice in this poem, as well as the fresh perspective on the contest theme.
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