Tuesday, October 26, 2010


Mind the present that
I give you
The bow is tied askew

Just for you
A rainbow
Of love

The cupboards
And the kitchen wall
Brushed bright in every hue

Just for you

Confound it
All the words
Shall fall

Forgotten paintings
Blank and white
Against the wall

Against the page
And always you shall see
The note that never set you free

Just for you


A certain warhorse
Teeth kicked askew
Hearts beating

Bites all its tongues in laughter;
Half without
and half  -
Forever After

A..J. Ponder - author page

There is a certain saying, never look a gift-horse in the mouth.  And yet some gifts come with their own sadness.  This poem refers rather obscurely to a gift from my colour-blind grandfather to my grandmother.  The bright colours intended to cheer her had a somewhat opposite effect, serving only to remind them both of their thwarted passion for art.

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1 comment:

  1. I like this poem - but I love the second section, after the #, when that mysterious warhorse with its multiple tongues puts in an appearance. I think that second half would make a fine poem by itself - Emily Dickinson meets surrealism.