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night of the decoy poem
by Elizabeth JillAncient threads
torn shreds worn
tunic-like.
Horse? a bicycle
armored rust
sturdy not shiny
eyes meet mine.
He is meeting the ocean,
I am meeting the pavement
now crashing on the sand.
Books about polite ticks, I humorize.
He flips through the pages / a deck of cards
then picks them up as if
they are bricks
carries them alongside his horse.
A blockwalk later
high tide reaches my mind
I look back and notice the knight has left
bricks stacked neatly mortared
with the undertow
now crashing on the sand.
04/30/2006 Author's Note: Based on a true story: Last night at the library, in the politics [polite ticks] section, the midnight closing announcement found me gathering up all these books, thinking I could walk them by myself to the bus stop. The books fell out of my arms and all over the street. As it turns out...I met a strange (k)night.
Posted on 04/30/2006
Copyright © 2024 Elizabeth Jill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 05/01/06 at 03:34 AM sheer brilliance.. don't you love those surprise knights who lend a hand when needed ;) this is just lovely! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/01/06 at 04:26 AM Oh, I do love this k(night) with rusted armor! Such a steed could keep any castle safe! |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 05/01/06 at 06:37 PM I love when poems appear from the strangest of moments...and I can relate to it...so hard to leave all those books behind...great peice you got out of that...peace to u, *jewels* |
| Posted by Jim Benz on 05/02/06 at 02:30 PM oh my gosh. i have a new favorite poem. really, this is perfect. I'm always trying to write this poem, well not this one because I'm not you, but my own version of this poem. something about it. if I could say what it was I would but I can't. its just my new favorite poem. |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 05/03/06 at 01:37 PM Well, one cannot experience Hell unless one dies. Nor can one die in a plane crash unless one is near by. In nut shell, one has to be in circulation in order to meet forces, we know as reconciling for any passing passive force to meet and cause an accident. |
| Posted by Vere Mantratriad on 05/06/06 at 06:32 PM "I will retrieve my own castle" is one of those awe-inspiring lines and I love that you repeated and reaffirmed it. Beautiful. |
| Posted by Rula Shin on 05/07/06 at 11:37 PM Yes, what makes two forces meet or pass? Well the chain of cause and effect has started to unfold long before, subject to so many other laws all coinciding necessarily. You have such a poetic heart and mind . As always, simply lovely. |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 10/30/06 at 06:20 PM An amazing insight into the world of you--what an incredibly beautiful wave of thought and expression. The truly poetic mind at work here, the note adds to the insight on your creative process and makes me all the more identify with how your poetry emerges. Ah --the poem itself--
evocative and mysterious with the tone (I almost wrote "tome"-- also appropriate)of a fable. |
| Posted by Michael Faraday on 05/03/07 at 01:43 AM well said. Enjoyed it, cheers, m |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/12/09 at 11:43 AM I loved the imagry in the piece- the castle, the knight,politics (polite tricks) this poem is simply perfect! It's going right into my favorite as a reminder of all the elements that a poem should have! Wonderful write by a wonderful poet! |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/10/10 at 12:14 PM the rooster sunrise seem to be setting us up for something. What? to meet another hum drum day or the poem of our dreams? it seems in this case it is the latter. it seems this is that poem. thank you, sunrise. |
| Posted by Jo Halliday on 07/18/10 at 06:47 PM It's the title that makes me burst out laughing: a decoy indeed! |
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