Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Magpie Tales, 2/1/11




Chipped and worn,
Umber steps drop away from the plateau
ruby roads into black trenches.

Crayon note horses
rainbow maned
strut and gallop, tails high

pride and freedom bring them
to canyon cliffs
cinnamon dust plumes
underfoot.

Hot searing wind
arises from below
reminiscent of fire,
I give them wings.





11 comments:

Priyanka Bhowmick said...

good work. happy magpie!!

anthonynorth said...

Excellent words. Enjoyed them.

120 Socks said...

Realy loved the last line. Your poetry is so full of imagery and lynical.

Tess Kincaid said...

Nice. Very nice. Umber is such a great word.

Lyn said...

There's nothing like flying free...you did it!!

Susannah said...

Beautiful! Loved ...
"Crayon note horses
rainbow maned
strut and gallop, tails high"

Marinela Reka said...

A fine poem. Well done. Love it :)
Short Poems

Kristen Haskell said...

I can imagine your cinnamon dust plumes and I can taste them too!

Enchanted Oak said...

Izzy, I love your last line. Everything changes when you give them wings! Really wonderful.
On a different note, you wrote a fabulous little poem on my blog today. Very buccolic. And vivid. Fine work at the drop of a hat.
Thanks for playing along, Iz.

Reflections said...

Wonderful imagery, layered over free imaginative moments touched by the heart.

Dave King said...

I loved the way the disparate images came together and gelled in your poem. Clever in the very best sense of the word.