I meant this to be an essay, but the lines kept falling into seventeen syllables. I inherited this pin from Chelsea's aunt and my friend, Atu Maret, who died several years ago. Why not give in to the haiku imperative?
THE LEADEN HEART
My heart is cast
In silver and lead,
Impenetrable carapace,
Artfully crafted,
Cold life created,
Tempered by love's molten mess.
Mettle is forged in
Abandoned notions.
Strong women are made, not born.
Snow-capped evidence
Rises to warn me
Hearts are safer indoors
Steely fortitude
Turns me away from
Men who lit a fire and left.
I remain a friend
Well-crafted and cool
Deftly avoiding matches
What miraculous
Furnace melts the bars
Without killing the caged heart?
~ cfd
THE LEADEN HEART
My heart is cast
In silver and lead,
Impenetrable carapace,
Artfully crafted,
Cold life created,
Tempered by love's molten mess.
Mettle is forged in
Abandoned notions.
Strong women are made, not born.
Snow-capped evidence
Rises to warn me
Hearts are safer indoors
Steely fortitude
Turns me away from
Men who lit a fire and left.
I remain a friend
Well-crafted and cool
Deftly avoiding matches
What miraculous
Furnace melts the bars
Without killing the caged heart?
~ cfd
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