A bit of metal caught on a string
A feathered scrap of cold hard steel
A weathered bit of history and pride
Caught the light on its furrowed keel
A strange shape for such a metal
A thing of the day shaped with blackest night
A token hung on leather ties
Gleams in the dark like a faerie light
A symbol of those who have come before
A bringer of hope, and joy, and pain
A witness to wars long since come and gone
Glistens with the fire and cries with the rain
What is this scrap of steel so bright?
Whence comes this pendant worthy of a king?
Who has worn this mixing of strength and flight?
Who forged this masterful Iron-wing?
That was beautiful. :) You're definitely a talented poet.
ReplyDeleteNicely done - the rhythm threw me off in a few places, but that last stanza really is a stunner. I feel you could be a little more adventurous with metaphor and abstract imagery, if it takes your fancy, but if you prefer a straightforward style then that's just fine too :)
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