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Worth Disguised
The hammer lifts, the anvil rings,
The room with screaming noises brings
__A torture, here inflicted.
The bellows pump, the fire smokes,
A prodding chisel pries and pokes.
__This trial seems unscripted.
The flames blaze hot, the subject melts,
No pain like this has e’er been felt
__In testing, deep afflicted.
The searing kiln, the scorching stone,
Has broken to the inmost bone.
__A downfall here depicted.
In silence now, the flames dead cold
__Once melted stone
____Now precious gold.
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Christiana Thomas is a homeschooled 12th grade student in Oregon.
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Anthropomorphism and Alchemy in one poem…love it! Good job, Christiana.
Thank you for this amazing poem…keep writing…Allegra
I really enjoyed your poem Christiana. So descriptive, I could feel the heat. Thank you.
Nicely done!
Really good, Christiana. You even had me worried for a while.
Your first name is very beautiful.
Thank you!
(I was named after John Bunyan’s character, Christiana 🙂 )
Christiana, this is really good, especially given that you’re still in high-school-level education! It makes a very strong case for homeschooling…
Christiana, I could hear the noise and feel the heat of the gold refinery. Your poem is very well done.
Great use of the senses, Christiana.
Christiana, you have produced a beautiful poem with great imagery and wonderfully rhyme scheme. You have a great future as a classical poet.
Thank you for your encouragement!
A beautiful image, very well described and developed. Well done, Christiana.
Christiana,
You already have a good grasp of meter and of rhyme — it only remains for you to spread your ideas wide, and fly !!
I would like to see more of your work on this site.