The scent of woodsmoke in the autumn air,
Mingled with dappled rays of sunlit gold.
The clang of the hammer upon hard iron,
Whispers of ages past and tales untold.
Sparing my eyes the heat of the forge,
I gaze into the distance, across the sea.
Sweat beads upon my forehead and arms,
One more drop on my path to eternity.
Inhale deeply, savour the taste of life,
And exhale with a satisfied grin.
I've found my place, beside the restless waves.
I lower my gaze and begin again.
Shaping, creating, forging my name,
Ensuring my place in your memories.
Hammering closed the doors of progress,
To relive the age of word-fame and deeds.
Dousing the flames, I stride into the sun,
Bearing a length of heavy black steel.
A sharp blow against the standing stone,
My destiny is my own to wield.
The slag falls away and the blade is bare,
Thrust into the sea with a warrior's vow.
I raise a gleaming sword against the sky,
This is what I want in life…my time is now.
A contest entry
- What do you want out of life? by Frodofan.
575 points, ended March 27, 7 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Terrific! I love the imagery of the blacksmith, but it's not just the scene you portray that I enjoy, it's the way you use your words to craft it.
"Sweat beads upon my forehead and arms,
One more drop on my path to eternity."
I love this description! Very well done.
"Inhale deeply, savour the taste of life,
And exhale with a satisfied grin.
I've found my place, beside the restless waves.
I lower my gaze and begin again."
This is my favorite stanza. This poem rings with contentment and promise both. This stanza captures the theme entirely.
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Super as always
I walk in the halls of time as it echoes with the clash of swords. Heroes who stand tall and find. Where are the men like that. With your words you bring them back. -
I have missed your words, they always have such a unique outlook on life. The blacksmith choosing to take charge if his own destiny, as the warrior calls his destiny home. Impressive as always! I remember your very second poem, and winning your fist gold in my contest. Congrad's very deserving.
~Sie
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So delighted to read more magical words from you, my dear! As usual, you leave me breathless. And that's not just a figure of speech this time... I can see it all.... smell it, hear it, taste it, feel it. You have wrought words that show me a glimpse of your world. I am forever grateful. Best of luck in the contest!
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You need a time machine as you appear to be a reincarnated spirit. The images you create here are very real and full of convincing power and I'm never disappointed when I read this kind of poem from you. you may not write often but you are shaping, creating and forging your name.
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As always you takes us back to days of yore. As always love your work.
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You make me smile, Knight.
Wonderful take on the prompt and SO great to see a new poem by you.
Very well written. I loved that you didn't slack on description. I could almost feel the wind of change.
Thanks for entering.
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