Metalwork

Metalwork

Metalwork, Swordsmithing, and Blacksmithing are all in the same realm of craft. It’s a long process of forging metal using a hammer, grinder, heat, and cold. The heat is used to make the metal flexible and the term is called “Tempered”.  The cold is to harden the metal, the term is called quenched. One way to tell if the sword is complete is for the flame to essentially polish the sword, so much so that the Blacksmith can see his own reflection on the metal inside the flame.

You’ll call her wild,
she’ll call you play.
You can have a body of iron,
and she would forge you her way.
You need patience of a blacksmith,
to convince her to stay.
She can seduce you with silence,
and allure you with violence.
She’s a double-edged sword,
her mind won’t be ignored.
Tempered by the fire that excites her,
when the heat ignites without shame,
and only when you see your reflection
in her erratic flame.
A man with a craft is who she’ll claim,
but don’t forget she has sharp edges
that you polished the same.
You quenched the blade,
that forced her spirit cold
and her soul betrayed.
The weapon is for bloodshed
because her love for you was misled.
She would carve your veins
if you left her heart broken in chains.

– kristin l. cook

Heroine

Heroine

She was a storm 
that kept you calm
a passionate challenge and defeat

She was unpredictable
like lightning 
igniting your fire
and keeping you awestruck

She was forceful
like a tornado
sweeping through your mind
captivating your thoughts

She was intense
like a blizzard
making you anxious 
for the warmth of her body

She was dangerous
like a hurricane
flooding your soul
and stealing your heart

She would let you drown
so she could save you with her kiss.

-kristin l. cook

The Chill Of Fall

The Chill Of Fall

For my new friend; Everything will be alright.

the chill of fall
means that time doesn’t stall
turn the page
fight the rage
cry at night
never lose sight
there’s beauty in change
it briefly feels strange
you are strong
love is never wrong
look around
leaves that were once green
are now yellow and brown
and even they fell gracefully to the ground


kristin l. cook