My love, your fierce will
Is tempered steel –
Storm forged
From prevailing winds,
The strength of maelstroms
That beat the sky
Back upon the sea,
Anvil’d sparks and strikes
Of lightning –
Watermarked layers
What look soft as damask
But gives you
The sharpest edge
qbit 
I love the contrasts in this, especially that last stanza. And the idea of ‘beating the sky back upon the sea.’ Wonderful.
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Thanks!
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I like the lightning as sparks from an anvil. Very Thor.
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Thank you. I had to be careful though not to fall into easy Thor language, lots of smiting and hammering and such. LOL!
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The wonderful analogy of a blade being made works so well from the first stanza to the end.
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Thank you!!
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BTW — not sure you know, but the wordpress template you are using does not show the picture attached to your poem when you get here via the Mr. Linky app. Too bad, because the photo choices are cool. I had to look up Damask — interesting mix, your lady, of soft and sharp — all due to the mix of experience and spirit. Cool
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Thanks. I will look into how to fix that! Glad you were prompted to look up the word. I didn’t know the connection between “damask” and “Damascus” either, and I got to spend a lot of time reading about ancient steel production. Half the fun, right?
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AH, we share something: in looking up one thing, it takes us to another and another. We dig deeper and wider and play around until we realize, “Shit, where did the morning go!” 😉 Yes, good fun. Thanks.
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The stormy will of a lover can be hard to weather.
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Yes indeed. Good way to put it!
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This fierce will is certainly a mighty force. I like the watermarked layers that look soft but give the sharpest edge.
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Thank you!
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Tempered steel, Anvil’d sparks and strikes
Of lightning – Love every line of your poem!!!
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Thank you so much!!
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