you be my escape
for my sense of security
and i’ll be your plan
for your spirit of adventure.
together we’ll scale the map
with our wings of wonder,
-kristin l. cook
you be my escape
for my sense of security
and i’ll be your plan
for your spirit of adventure.
together we’ll scale the map
with our wings of wonder,
-kristin l. cook
i’m like lightning,
a flash of paradise,
i won’t strike
the same place twice,
let my memory burn,
let it singe,
when i light up the sky,
it’s the only time
you’ll see me again
-kristin l. cook
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
You gave me Whiskey Fever
and cared for me at leisure
I take a sip,
and toast to the ghost
of our relationship
The bourbon is savored
on my tongue,
but your memory bites
as I swallow
then cough up a lung.
I drink it down,
because your love isn’t found
Your absence is what
causes silence to be so loud.
– kristin l. cook