DocAndersen
The sound
explosion
of horses hooves
metal shoes smashing
into the ground
a sound
rumbling
as if from the sky.
The painter paused
the dark paint tempered with strokes
of light
that following the line of horses
rolled as if through the air
nothing to stop the change.
Each crashing hoof
filling the space
each paint stoke
alternating dark and light
broad brush strokes that
mirrored the sound
of exploding hoofs.
No edges for
a frame
the artist
continues to paint
further and further away
the hoofs following
fading
and all then is quiet
with flecks of dark
and light.
Is this another one written by your father? If so, what great treasures you have Doc.
This is actually the very first poem I ever had professionally published many years ago. It was originally written as a Senior English project in High School and later published in both the Indiana Review and later Ploughshares.