We used to hear the horses
running for fun,
all the whole length
of the high paddocks,
then stop, wheel and return –
a rapid rumble, a drumming,
like sudden wind or even
the thunder of waves.
But we were far from the ocean.
Later we lived on the coast.
At night, outside our door
we heard the rhythmic roar
of waves endlessly
rolling and breaking.
Not much like hooves, although
I remembered Arnold's line:
'the wild white horses foam and fret'.
Anyway, we were far then from the hills.
Image Copyright © Karin Gustafson
This is great. I really like what you did with the two images!
ReplyDeleteI like the juxtaposition of the oceans and the hills. We are always far from something.
ReplyDeleteSo lovely, Rosemary--wonderful how the sounds followed you from hill to ocean--thanks much, and thanks for liking the pic. k.
ReplyDeleteLove the sounds! I can close my eyes and see horses that waves that turn into horses again. There is such yearning in the tone, too... ♥
ReplyDeleteI, too, love the sounds. I remember the first time I heard the ocean before I saw it. I can picture the horses and hear their hoofs. Wonderful :-)
ReplyDeleteThat second part reminds me of illustrations seen sometimes in children's books of the waves as horses and the foam as mane. I love this. It is so visually and aurally realistic.
ReplyDeleteI have always thought of the foamy white breakers as white horses galloping in to shore.
ReplyDeleteSomehow horses and the foamy vibrancy of waves connect. (That was my thought when I wrote my poem too.) Love the contrasting narratives in both poems. There is an intimacy of life journeys there. My poem however, went further - from water to earth and becoming a little dark. The four colours and symbols were in a specific order - representing the four horsemen of the apocalypse.
ReplyDeleteI agree, the sensory details make this an incredible piece :D
ReplyDeleteBeautifully executed.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
This is such an artful representation of the image. Beautifully done
ReplyDeleteI like this too, Rosemary. The comparison of the horses and sea waves is beautifully drawn with your words.
ReplyDeleteSounds we know are often a stepping place to describe sounds we don't know but are similar in some respects. Sounds can remain in memory they say. I can't remember faces.
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I like this very much ... especially the closing. Also this line: "then stop, wheel and return"
ReplyDeleteoh, the thunder of hooves and waves can't be far from each other in our subconscious, can they? ~
ReplyDeleteI love the musicality of this piece!
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