For Alexander Lernet-Holenia
A slope on the
A frozen river
Ice on the bridge
But still visible
Round ochre logs
A shield of
In the waterfall
Under the bridge
As we cross
Our caps yellow
Our grey Mongolian
– James Steerforth (© 1981 & 2010)
An older poem posted for One Single Impression and Gold.
A rather sparse (or reluctant or enigmatic) poem more about the selectiveness of memory than anything else.
When I wrote it, I had read several novels and numerous stories by the Austrian writer Alexander Lernet-Holenia (1897-1976), which tend to be a mixture of historical and phantastic.
The scene pictured in the poem is from one of them, even though now I’d be hard-pressed to say which one. But I still remember the image of the Mongolian warriors riding across that wintry bridge in Hungary and looking down on the gold treasure in the river.
Enjoyed this. The start with the verb declination then the colour images.
Unusual take on the prompt. I enjoyed the imagery your poem invoked.
very nicely done!!
i enjoyed it!
I wasn’t sure as I began the poem, but as the images built, created a collage, the overall feel and scene were irresistible. Thank you for sharing this.
The freedom to ride on, a vision of might!
i like the metaphor for the snow. i imagine the hungarian landscape and i have to find it on my atlas.
hames here, james. isn’t it weird? i like the name.