A little verse about the things I make here and here.
Sunburst hammer-flash, steel sparks fly,
Yellow-hot to cherry-red,
Silver blackens, copper flows -
Mirror smooth the anvil awaits the blow,
Bluing iron from live-wire glow,
Polished face imparts the sheen,
Beaten metal gripped and drawn,
Twisted on a frame,
Racked and pulled and burned once more,
From tongs to hand and back again,
Quenched and cooled,
A jewel is born.
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