A miniature horse on a grey winter day
I reached down to pat it as it lay sleeping
Coat matted a little, flattened from play
Its peeling hooves kicking, albino-rose bath toes,
Pocahontas, it wheezes, Pocahontas, don’t go.
Why Pocahontas? Are you a lost
And a foreshortened ghost horse
Forever careening down colonial trails?
Each time doomed to miss her
Each trace growing older
Don’t leave me, my princess –
Comes your warning
Too late.
Or is Pocahontas a missed after-
School special?
My plainting little pony
Your inhaler’s misplaced.
Image: SprinklesInTime. Posted to dVerse Poets.
This happens to me all the time.
ReplyDeleteI love this.
ha. nice last line...i think princesses seperated from any such a valuable companion may be a very sad thing...smiles.
ReplyDeleteSeperated a princess should never be, might need to check out flutter valley, I think that was it..haha
ReplyDeleteThis was awesome...but you had me with the image! had a huge collection of little ponies back when I was a princess :)
ReplyDeleteThe last line was perfect... I enjoyed it... and the image that you painted with your words.. were so much more in touch with the image that you had put up for the post...
ReplyDeleteShashi
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/11/whispers-tears-in-rain.html
Terrific, once more, Kathy-- quixotic and intriguing and lyrical-- I love all of it but you had me with first stanza:
ReplyDeleteA horse spoke to me on the St. Clair West streetcar
A miniature horse on a grey winter day
I reached down to pat it as it lay sleeping
Coat matted a little, flattened from play
Its peeling hooves kicking, albino-rose bath toes,
Pocahontas, it wheezes, Pocahontas, don’t go.
These anomalous encounters we all have from time to time with things that seem out of place and yet not, are so hard to convey but you do it beautifully! xxxj
the turn at the end is exciting.
ReplyDeletesuch descriptiveness leading up to this; such expressible passion in the words. lovely.
good work.
The last line is perfect...lovely!
ReplyDeleteThis just remeinded me of Tinks, my little granddaughter. Thankfully, what she leaves behind stays here. Although her dozy grandad managed to lose her waterwings!
ReplyDeleteAbeautiful little piece that made me smile and think nice thoughts.
love this. such sad beauty.
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