Five of Bells: Five bells in the shape of Sacred Datura flowers surround a living flower that opens in response to the heat of the newly-forged iron, a strange and miraculous interaction between a natural object and the art that it inspires. Like the flower, the bells hold the living warmth and life of the earth, although this can be hard to recognize at times. The flower blooms at night, a white spiral trumpet fringed with coiled tendrils. The deep purple throat of the funnel gleams like an eye. At midday the flower is a withered rag on a poisonous plant whose prickly seedpods tumble in the dust. When first taken from the forge, the bells do not ring, and the dull noise of rough firescale on hot metal clinks like failure. But polishing uncovers the bright sound. By cool moonlight, the bells brighten and ring, and the flower unfurls and breathes out the perfume of a medicinal plant whose smoke cures lung ailments. The worst poverty is separation from the land, but touching the earth, even very briefly, brings renewal.