IMAGE OF EARTH AND QUILL

Guest Poet Paula Grenside



Staggering

No longer kneeling,
she now tries to balance the burden 
of past on staggering feet.
One foot after the other
she walks to the ladder that climbs up
to the a blank test bench.

An ancestral time rhymes scared steps.
Her heart- a blacksmith forging
love from rusted metal debris-
hammers while polishing worn out tools.
The red glow's kept hot by dream-operated
bellows...
She welds pieces of trust.


January, 1999


Paula Grenside's Questions:

Does the title provide a clue to the content of the poem?

Is the analogy with the blacksmith effective or too forced?

Thank you.


Correspond with Paula Grenside at
l.marchesin@oderzo.nettuno.it
with your ideas about this poem.



The Albany Poetry Workshop