My Hand Knows the Way to the Blade

[Todd]

Hi Donna,

I keep wondering if what you want to do is actually expand the opening metaphor, and show the friction between heat and cold maybe mixing it up with other forms of the same substance steam, or the like perhaps. Just my initial thoughts.

Todd

An ice-floe to my lava,
you froze fire at its source,
crushed an upright spirit,
defiled my dreams, and worse.

Clumsily I ricocheted
from pillory to post,
accused of things I hadn’t done,
and oh, that hurt the most.

But in that muddled mayhem,
I resolved to find an Amen,
a 'so be it' for my ragged, jagged plan.

Now a word to the wise,
and damn your eyes,
you'll wish I hadn’t stayed;
for the knife is restless
in the drawer, and my hand
knows the way to the blade.

© Donna Devine