Metallurgist

Oh so precious, silver and gold
But I can bend it to my shape
I am sure you know the lore
I can make it do my bidding
I can touch its core
I am the metallurgist
Of ancient tales of yore

Let me ply you with my craft
Let me make you things
Let the metal feel the fire
Let the metal feel the sting
Let the metal feel the hammer
As I make the fabled rings.

I can make you bracelets
I can make the metal twist
I can adorn you with my baubles
I can place them on your wrists
I can bend the metal easily
It never does resist.

See the metal catch the light
See its lustre and its shine
See the way it makes you feel
See the way I make it mine
See the circle of eternity
Feel the way that it can bind.

Oh so precious, silver and gold
But I can bend it to my shape
I am sure you know the lore
I can make it do my bidding
I can touch its core
I am the metallurgist
Of ancient tales of yore

© L.G. Meadows