monster

by Cspr

Published July 26, 2012

In Poems

cath
said you were born of wind
and i agree
but the earth touched you,
for you are a sandstorm personified

you toss your hair
and your eyes are like black fire,
with the abyss rectangles
in both

you fly over the ground
with the sound of bluster
and war horns

your lean muscles
move like water--
your body shines like beaten bronze
and you pull a shredded black flag behind you,
you beautiful tame monster


A/N: In memory of Shitaan and a good friend's other beautiful Arabian horses that have returned to the wind.


Comments & reviews · 2
User avatar
Pencil2paper
Review
Pencil2paper wrote a review Review · Jul 27, 2012

I enjoyed this poem greatly. I, for one, love horses, so I may be just a little bit biased, but I thought it was an excellent poem. I, like MorningStar, also find it interesting that you incorporated all four elements into the poem. Just a couple things that I saw that needed fixing in this poem: Capitalize each first letter of each line, punctuate, and capitalize words like "I". Other than that... fantastic!

User avatar
MorningStar
Review
MorningStar wrote a review Review · Jul 26, 2012

I like this poem a lot. I really enjoy how you incorporated all four elements into it. The transitions into the different elements are so swift that there's no need to read something over in confusion and the phrases in which you bring forth each new element are all perfect. A+ on your transitions.

I would only say that this work as a whole might have gone a little more smoothly had you put in an extended metaphor or used more artistic speech. Your work makes me want to feel the wind in m hair and the water on my skin, and it's so, so close to doing that, but just not quite.

Also, it may be more accurate to say "sandstorm incarnate", since a horse cannot personify anything.



Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses.
— Ann Landers