Kingston MFA student Alex Brinded returns to Words, Pauses, Noises this week with a piece which confronts the raw power of nature.
‘The Forge’ is all about sound and sensation. We encourage you to read this one aloud to get the full effect.
Wind-pulled, world-spun waves
crash, a golden
scimitar of shore
glinting in the late morning sun heat.
Raging breakers rain hammer blows and
upon this land’s frayed hem.
millions of years old,
twenty three quintillion atoms across.
Mere stone particles that
once were fused as crude formations—
a millennia of barrage has pummelled this coast
line into fundamental
Now, an acute banked blade of golden grit,
no longer breakable,
in the spouting forge.
White water rollers fracture into white noise.
My burrowed palm and fingers are swaddled in the sand.
It gives easy as I dig down,
Bold images and strong sounds match the broad scope of the poem’s subject matter. Brinded takes us from the large expanse of time—the world’s creation—down into a single moment all in the space of several short stanzas.
Thanks for reading, and don’t forget to stop by again next week for more great work from around the world!