‘Hephaestus’ Forge and Recycling
Will Buy Scrap’
This sign sent every Tom, Dick and Ned
Down into the hollows
Dragging up the old car parts and bed
Springs hidden under the poison ivy
And dank leaves.
That very afternoon,
A slow serpentine of trucks,
Trailers and cars with open trunks
Loaded down with rusty metal,
Made its way up the ridge to the forge-
Furnace heat felt before the smoke
Came down to curl around the rust laden caravan.
I thought that Hep must pay good
To make these men scrap and work
But then I reached the bald knob
And saw not the crippled blacksmith
But his new bride-
A girl not purdy but beautiful-
A vision that knew her worth
And made every man want her
As she sauntered across the yard
And into the cabin
Before a man could catch his breath.
Like a shot,
Each man furiously pitched
The t-posts and wire out of their trailers
To turn an’ high tail it back down to the hollows
Searching for the old trash piles
To have another reason
To drive back to the mountain top
And see Aphrodite again.
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You are right–I did enjoy this very much! There are some stunning lines in here, and i love it that we explore similar themes. You might like this http://fridayam.wordpress.com/2012/12/10/mythomyopeia/
Hi Kathleen. Terrific poem. You can see all those fellows digging frantically in their scrap-heaps, just to have an excuse … Jane
Thanks Jane – it was fun to think about and write! K
Fabulous writing, Kathleen. I really am going to have to brush up on my mythology…
Thanks, Tony. I have been meaning to ask – I am in the midst of a poem – a very long poem for me – would you mind taking a look at it when I finish? I think I will need your kindly editing eyes. No worries if you can’t, just thought I would ask. K
I love the modern way you depicted Aphrodite ~ A treat to read this morning ~
Happy Easter ~
This made me smile this morning. Could picture the scene. Loved the idea of the Hephaestus Forge and Recycling in the Ozarks…..and could just picture all eyes turned to Aprhodite; and I am sure they were wondering just how Hephaestus managed to luck out! Smiles.
Cool – this took me to Wiki to read the myth. I now the much less of Aphrodite. But seeing her stuck in Arkansas hilljack territory does my heart good. Fun read, thanx
Oh meet the blacksmith Hephaestus
with Afrodite as his priestess
At least it’s close to rhyming 😉
Liked this poetry a lot.
ha ha…what a man will do hey!!! The Gods they knew what they were doin! Very cool poem!
haha…such a cool weave..a smart way to get people doing their work with vision..smiles
haha well guess that probably saved him money on supply…and well, guess as long as hep is fine with it…him knowing she was his and not worrying she might run off with a scrap hound…ha…fun spin on the tale…
Thanks, Brian – took me a while to come up with something – wanted it to be light hearted and kept writing darker stories. Must be in a mood! : ) K
Oh, perfect! One of my favorite characters, old Hep. I can never spell his name.
Thanks, Susan – looked him up to make sure I could spell it – so much easier in the Roman pantheon -Vulcan
Hahaha–yes! That’s what I usually do–take the lazy woman’s way out and go with Vulcan.
But just had to use Aphrodite not Venus – don’t know why – so Hep…. it is! K
Because, Aphrodite is so much more beautiful that Venus, which rhymes with…nevermind 😉
And Hephaestus rhymes with ???? : )
Not a clue, as I can’t spell it or sound it out…