Horse-trodden slopes that
Elevate frozen sounds
Of lucid dreams to create
A precipice I look down
Upon my silken throne.
Tattered lights peek around
The shaggy grills of buses
To illuminate brittle stones
That resemble cloud-soaked
Skies until it dawns upon
A closer view of decline.
Sharp breezes that dance
A solemn waltz which kicks
Strands of snowy garlands,
Serpentine with lack of form,
To contrast the night.
Away we go across
Troubled waters that moan
Under crunching tires
That spin a vexed row
Like a carousel pony’s trot.
The vehicle changes yet
Travelers continue their procession,
Of torque and tradition,
Pushing herds or scalable
Shifts unseen atop steel horses.
Composed 12/11/12
Author’s Note: This was written as part of a challenge by my friend: Compose a poem that starts and ends with the word “horse.” I wrote about travel in the winter, because that is quite harrowing in this country. Luckily, I have a paved road from my site to the capital city, so it’s not quite as bad as it could be.
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