Wotdsmithing

Sweat and soot soaked smith

stubborn under his hammer,

fiery words he crafts

There was once a young wordsmith called Byron,

Whose Muse was a bit of a tyrant.

Words heated by dreams,

til they stretched at the seams,

So he he hammered them out like hot iron

No matter how slight or silly, come write something and share it. We all feel reluctant, but practising courage can never be wrong ;)

Yes...I mistyped the title when posting from my phone...but I'm in agreement with Byron when he said it kind of captures the process of writing. Not really supposed to come out right first time....just got to drag that shit into existence!

(While I'm on the theme of smithing...I think I can get away with ruthlessly beating 'fiery' down to two syllables to make my haiku work, no reference to nature or a season either ;)

My surname is Smith and curiously enough I lost to a player called Byron last Saturday. He was a man of few words and spoke with his pieces. True.

http://www.mccu.org.uk/cm16-17/minor/minor_leics_warks3dec16.htm