Thursday, June 29, 2006

Moorish Tracery - Iron Alchemy



At the Abbey forge a blacksmith works, -
"Shield yer eyes!" he calls to the small
girl, curiously watching the bright flames.
Instantly, she withers into the shadows,
to know them.
She watches the trees make traces in
shadows on the walls, at home in the
invisible guise of a child.
She knows the smith is Moorish, working
against the clock, beating the iron into shapes
of beauty and wonder. No wonder she was
not allowed to look, as creation was taking
place in the bright coals, the flames, the
muscles and sinew.
The trees are not Moorish, but watch, like
she does, at the procession of life, the
manual breaking and moulding and
mending of her ancestry. They are
not worried by age or creed, and know
but one.
The small girl laced her fingers behind her
back, and started to whistle like the
smith as he huffed and puffed in the effort
of progress. She whistled, like a young lad,
lovingly tracing the Moorish lacy iron patterns
on the wall, that the smith would use
for inspiration at the forge.


copyright Monika Roleff 2006.

6 Comments:

At 5:24 AM, Blogger Gail Kavanagh said...

This is magnificent, Monika - so evocative and descriptive.

 
At 6:19 AM, Blogger Heather Blakey said...

I agree with Gail Monika. This is vintage. Pure gold fresh from the retort.

 
At 6:24 AM, Blogger Anita Marie Moscoso said...

Monika!
This kid is great, so come one...who is she REALLY?

This reminded me of my own childhood, we use to live across from Cane Fields in Hawaii ( Fields are gone the houses remain) and I use to stand at the side of the road and sing as I watched the fieldworkers.

This took me back there and it was a good trip

Anita Marie

 
At 6:38 AM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

My uncle used to work like this with metal and when we were kids we were petrified/mystified by what he was doing, which came to mind as the seed for this. I am so pleased with these comments, because the memory was so buried.

 
At 7:26 AM, Blogger Vi Jones said...

Oh, Monika, this is a wonderful scene in time--the words and the images display the wonderment of a child.

Vi

 
At 2:27 PM, Blogger Viridiana said...

wonderful writing

 

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