Oh, I'm so glad that my little prompt inspired this poem that has so much movement in it. It is movement of the mind and spirit. I like Kate's comment and just like her, I'm very sensitive to the beautiful sounds that accompany this journey of the heart. Trains, horses, voyage, power. I'm still wondering about those doors that "close tightly... on her decision". It must feel great to know where you are going and at the same time, that adjective, "tight", feels a little uncomfortable to me. It's making me think... about me!
A very interesting juxtapose of concept and idea, working with two quite, seemingly, unconnected images... a magical horse-ride and a train... But then, the horse and the train ARE both locomotives, no? Spanning the sea is the thing: saddling the moon is therefore the answer! This is very dextrous writing that calls for gymansias of thought. Love the weighty vowel sounds of the choo-choo as opposed to the clippity-clop, in particular:
Noon looms
as the railings rumble
a herd of shoes thunder to the landing…
Beautifully onomatopaeic!! No doubt a lack of decision is because of the runaway thoughts that tumble along the never-ending train tracks of the creative mind at work here... :)) xx
I wonder how my day would be running with such indecision. Delightful trip around ramble ideas that carry one where ever they wish. Thanks for the trip.
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Regis
Noon looms
as the railings rumble
a herd of shoes thunder to the landing…
Beautifully onomatopaeic!! No doubt a lack of decision is because of the runaway thoughts that tumble along the never-ending train tracks of the creative mind at work here... :)) xx
Blessings,
Christine
Lovely thoughts to set a tired mind adrift.
F
Clever poetry, Charlie!
and saddle the moon. What a trip! What a write! Thanks.
-gene.
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