Underworld thoughts pulse,
Synapse rivulets, ice splits,
Hephaestus forges.
We went for a walk in the snow earlier, back through the moors, to the pond too. There were some amazing designs in the surface of the pond, where the ice had started melting. It looked like something below the earth had shuddered, creating these synapse like splits in the ice. Way below in the underworld, Hephaestus was working I think. Making presents for Aphrodite. Poor Hephaestus. As an extra treat, here’s an additional poem that just jumped out of my original narrative to support the Haiku.
It was weird that on the first snowy day of the year I thought of the blacksmith of the gods and his furnace. Check the pic below too.
Hephaestus
There’s something under the water,
Under the earth,
He’s making, forging,
His hammer burning,
His arm, soot stained, pained,
Giant hands mould metal,
Precious stones,
Armlets, crowns, rings,
Beautiful gifts for his love,
Spurned,
Aphrodite laughs,
He drags his lame leg,
Furnace burned,
Heavy brows, focused,
Thick neck sweating,
Tries again.
©Mel Melis 5-Feb-2012
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