Coloma in D Minor

Coloma in D Minor

A Poem by JR

Heavy is the hammer he hefts overhead
to bring crashing down 
pinning ore between the weight of steel
and unforgiving bulk of iron
he strikes
strikes again, and again
sweat like mineral beads glisten from skin
dark birds wheel overhead breaking the sun into long shadows
again he strikes, again
the fire a pool at his feet
the mortgage a lake in his mailbox
the holes chewed in his shoe by the grind of the ground
he strikes again,
cools the ore in a bucket of water
with long tongs designed to turn the weight
the river, he thinks, always flows away
back into flame
dark birds descend to free the sun from it's bars
he strikes again
and again
turning, twisting, moving the red bulk
extending it, laying it flat
he strikes
it glows in growing rows
he strikes
stretching its lines fit like a slim assassin
he strikes
he strikes
(dark birds alight on a potter's field)
into the bucket with a protracted hiss
then laid aside for later
he shrugs off the burden of his leather apron
and heads back home

© 2024 JR


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Brilliant! How to hear the seemingly musical sounds of hard, hot work, how to listen to the sound of historically traditional work. Over in the UK we had a series of programmes about such work: not a note of true music but, the sound of clangs, siss of hot metal in cold water, glass being blown, the dull thud of a practised hand placing thatch on roofs, etc'. Sounded near magical, extraordinarily unique. Your poem creates the same kind of music plus, leaves such unusual memories behind, '. a protracted hiss - then laid aside for later - he shrugs off the burden of his leather apron - and heads back home.'

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

JR

4 Months Ago

Thanks! I'm glad that you found the music in it!
emmajoygreen

4 Months Ago

It's ages old music - near commonplace, done by whistling skilled craftsmen. Thinking of age old bui.. read more


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Brilliant! How to hear the seemingly musical sounds of hard, hot work, how to listen to the sound of historically traditional work. Over in the UK we had a series of programmes about such work: not a note of true music but, the sound of clangs, siss of hot metal in cold water, glass being blown, the dull thud of a practised hand placing thatch on roofs, etc'. Sounded near magical, extraordinarily unique. Your poem creates the same kind of music plus, leaves such unusual memories behind, '. a protracted hiss - then laid aside for later - he shrugs off the burden of his leather apron - and heads back home.'

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

JR

4 Months Ago

Thanks! I'm glad that you found the music in it!
emmajoygreen

4 Months Ago

It's ages old music - near commonplace, done by whistling skilled craftsmen. Thinking of age old bui.. read more

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Added on August 16, 2024
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