Words & Pictures East Coast, LLC

[Home] [Bookstore] [Gallery] [Poets/Artists] [Fun Stuff] [News] [Contact]

[Home]

Products
Bookstore
Art Gallery

Poetry & Humor
Lots of Poetry
Featured poem
Humor/Light Verse
Essays

Professional Services
About us
Writing Services
Art Services
Web Services

Guests
Poets
Visual Artists

News
Local Events
Releases
Archives

Fun Stuff
Free Samples
Free Art Lesson
Experimental Stuff

Links
Writing Links
Art Links
WEB Info Links
Fun Links

Contact
Email & Address Info

[Return to Ekphrastic Art]
[Return to Poems]

Saddling Up

These are practical people preparing
a patient solid horse, but behind them
the woods flicker with magic, hiding,
perhaps, a witch's house confected of
rich cake and bright crystalline candies.

Pink-gold highlights on the horse's mane
and belly, luminous green blobs on the man's
sleeve--can it be they, too, are touched
by magic?

If so, they don't know it. Man and girl
are dedicated to perpetrating solidity:
A magic horse might dissolve, vanish
from beneath the saddle, become a blaze
of white and gold beneath the pale moon.

The man with his intentness, the girl
with her gentle fingertip soothing,
locate the horse where he is.
The horse co-operates, stolidly
fills the painting with his imperviousness
to light, his willingness to be sat upon,

the certainty that we could push against
his haunch with both hands
and not budge this painted horse:
that is solidity--
and magic, too.

Dean Blehert

Last Updated: October 6, 2002

Send us Email