The Hammer and the Anvil

A Collaboration

I had the good fortune to endeavor on a collaboration with reader (and writer) Maci Branch. Please enjoy the following sonnet, and check out Maci’s publication

ReJoyce

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The Hammer and the Anvil

Hammer:

The Summer heat reminds me of the Source
from which this ordered chaos has emerged,

Anvil:
but living room air conditions our course
along winding shelves in letters submerged.

Hammer:
Would I were capable of something sweet, 
I'd flatter you indulgently, of course.

Anvil:
Ah, but indulgence burns like smoking peat,
that art betrays our fevered passions’ source.

Hammer:
What would the duty be for words of Love — 
I s'pose this burning has no blacksmith's worth? 

Anvil:
The duty is prayed for high up above,
such shining metal is worth much at court.

Hammer:
And so we must surmise that now 'tis best

Anvil:

that thumping hammers forge where lovers rest!