Horse and Train, by Lisa McCabe
Horse and Train
Horse of iron, horse of flesh,
Each suspended in their track,
There’s no forward, there’s no back
And the space that lies between
Will never widen or decrease,
Nor will their motion ever ease,
Nor force disrupt their equipoise.
Each committed to their course,
There is no train, there is no horse.
The grasslands grow and do not grow,
There is no cloud, there is no smoke--
Just paint. And light. The brush’s stroke.
Though always in your mind you see
The two collide, the dark horse rear.
There is no swerve, there is no fear
Except your own.
You are the beast, you are the brake.
You are the dream from which you wake.
Lisa McCabe lives in Lahave, Nova Scotia, Canada. She studied film at York University and English Literature at University of North Carolina, Greensboro. She has published poems in The Sewanee Review, HCE Review, The Orchards Poetry Journal, and Limestone Review among other print and online journals.
7/12/2020 06:21:34 am
We encourage Lisa McCabe and all formal writers to submit to Poems from the Heron Clan. (Katherinejamesbooks@gmail.com) McCabe repeats her rhyme in a non-intrusive manner, making her poem as easily memorized as the painting. For a while rhyme schemes were scoffed at except in formal reviews, McCabe is part of a resurgence of rhyme schemes, known and invented, that have opened poetry and, after 30 years resurgent, finds serious poems in rhyme rising into all poetry journals. Thank god rhymes aren’t just for Hallmark Cards anymore.
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