Restart (an acrostic poem)

Rust crumbled from the ’57 Chevy

Eroding the metal shell

Slowly stealing away the car’s soul

Transforming into reddish-brown dust

Alex scooped up some of the oxidized metal

Rubbing her hands on her leather apron she headed to the forge

The idea of melting it down and recasting it seemed fitting

 

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Forging a Relationship (a 200 word Valentine)

The forge glowed red hot, casting a hellish glow.  Kira pulled her quenched metal from the oil bath.  The piece blazed to life as residual oil ignited from the heat still encapsulated in the metal’s heart.  Kira had beaten that heart into the piece, using a piece of hers as the model.  She took a rasp and dragged it along the edge of the metal.  The rasp danced and so did Kira’s heart.  It was hard.

Later that evening she left the smithy behind and went in search of Pablo.  She knew her parents would love to have her marry the boy, but Kira wasn’t happy about it.   He was the baker’s boy, and while she thought he was cute he was a bit pudgy.

She found him entertaining his friends.  She hung back watching him while nervously shifting her metal creation in her hands.  That’s when she saw her opportunity.  With a flick of her wrist, she sent the disc flying, cutting Cupid’s bow in half as the imp had been aiming at her.

Cupid’s look would have broken many a heart, but Kira smiled.  She might still fall for the boy, but it would be under her terms.

 

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