in response to Leftovers Sandwich
A poem created from the left out scribbles of “The blacksmith” – perfect for the Leftovers sandwich challenge.
fire burning brightly
forging metal by the smith
who fixes up the shoes
for a grateful shire horse
in the gloom
of a metal foundry
a mighty beasts shoes
take form on an anvil
Wheels of industry
wait patiently
on Northern Cobbles
for Engine’s shoes
The smith – Honest to the last
taking care of his customer
crafting shoes to a size
to earn his prize
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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