a spark borne of
a beating heart
glows to ember
leaps to flame

ignites the furnace
in the brain

that strange desire
like bellows’ breath

summons heat and
feeds the blaze
the kindling conjures
and obeys

black metals cast
into the fire
those molten words
drawn and bent

to intent

between anvil
and hammer strike

some truth is forged
passion wrought
to fuse the language
and the thought

fever quenched and
tempered cool to
polish, grind ’til
finely honed

a pristine vision
soon intoned

This poem originally appeared in the 2009 collection Sixty-Six.