His bicycle took him to all roads north and south,
To the sunshine demon he submitted his smile,
In return, a palomino tan was his, so all was fair.
To the north south wind he paid no bloody heed,
It blew him backwards to the madhouse south of north,
Unknowingly he parks and departs the two-wheel transport.
On a spot of blackened track a madman offers an exchange,
The bicycle for a horse from his team of two,
A wild fractious stallion that roams his range.
This will take you far, farther than any north or south,
To the cold and lifeless suspended star, now and then,
There you will be king, reigning in the here and there.
A revelation from on high granted of the here and there,
A dispensation to the lowly below of the now and then,
A miracle, a gift, a blessed assurance of the unknown.
8 comments:
Ah! Druid, Druid, how great webs of sorrow
Lay hidden in the small [tan]-coloured thing!
Seán,
I knew all that cycling to the ends of the earth and the eagerness to gain that palomino tan had another purpose.
Very refreshing!
Eileen
Reminds me of qualities of trip-hop, a very lovely musical genre that allows the mind spaces and dimensions to easily access and enter.....
Without course, there lies the centre. thank you for such inspiration.
That is really interesting asmodai46...I must look up trip-hop!! My ignorance knows no bounds!!
Hello friend. I found this both interesting and well written. Now that I have found you I will be back.
Melanie
http:cassiopeiarises.blogspot.com
I love LOVE your work! They are so inspiring and absolutely beautiful!
Many thanks Irie!!
Much freedom in riding a bike, be it only to roads north and south. Nothing could be more free than a wild fractious stallion, and yes more kingly. No taming his wanderlust. I'd love to see this expanded into a character, a story, a legend.
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