Issue Five

Autumn 2012

 

The Nail Forge, Hoylandswaine, December 2011


Men, the Chapels and Dysons,
flitted in and out
of this fire-lit space —
a flight of sparrows in a winter storm.

Nailed to the world they bore stigmata.
Their work both chimed and wept,
fashioned iron that couldn’t hold
the ship they sailed for darkness in.

They re-emerge today as these bright faces
who write outside the nail forge:
embers from ashes, reddenings
banked against the coming cold.

____________________

John Barron

 

 

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