A sad tale indeed Grassy and finely done. Only comment would be how the
perfect iambic pentameter of the first stanza is not continued and this
rhythm having been created is a loss to the rest of the poem. I know you can
do it.
bw
James
>From: grasshopper <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: New sub: The horseman
>Date: Mon, 25 Nov 2002 20:32:52 -0000
>
> The horseman
>
>Her eyes are bleached by disappointment;
>the years have been unkind.
>She brushes down her oatmeal skirt
>
>and checks her lipstick in the mirror,
>careful not to meet her gaze.
>She saw a film once, years ago,
>
>when her irises were deep with hope,
>where death was a cloaked rider
>mounted on a great black steed.
>
>Now she is afraid she will open the door
>not to a horseman but to empty dark,
>and a snort of hoarse laughter -
>
>no steam from a stallion's nostrils.
>She looks at the world wearily, warily,
>expecting geese to say boo
>
>and swans to duck like addled eggs.
>
> grasshopper
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