Pocket Fiction

Hammer Anvil Tongs

Published April 26, 2018 in I Don't Even Know , Portraits - 0 Comments

Hammer Anvil Tongs

It’s a kaleidoscope hand, talented but flawed.

Belonging to he that was cast out

for being ugly.

Capable of making beautiful things,

in the fires of the forge.

Hated his parents for abandoning him.

On mother’s celebration day,

he gifted her a throne that he had made with this hand.

It was a trap that imprisoned her.

The price of her freedom?

Give him the most beautiful of goddesses as a bride.

He got his wish, but she would honor him.

Cheated on him with the handsome god of war.

Another indignity. Still, they were a family.

Four daughters in all:

One was a goddess of good reputation and glory.

Another a goddess of plenty and prosperous.

A third, a goddess of eloquence.

The youngest, a goddess of friendliness.

All beautiful like their mother.

He loved them, like any artist loves his children.

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