What lies beyond up?
Shadows, a winding staircase,
a journey without end.
Clouds traveling unwalled–
a fool’s ship, a beggar’s ride,
a castle in the sky.
A reblog of my response to Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above, from 2018. I wanted to try one of Jane Dougherty’s “42” poems–I love a question to start a poem–so that’s the form I used here. And it’s a good reminder I should try this form again.
I had an idea to combine brush paintings of horses with collage, although this wasn’t what I was thinking when I did the horses. That’s usually what happens to my ideas…they go off on tangents.
Continuing this week’s Feast of Fools, inspired by the earthweal challenge.
5 thoughts on “Beggar’s Ride”
Thank you for reminding me of this form. I’d forgotten all about it.
Up is one of those empowering words. It has no end. And I love that horse!
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Thanks. Brush painting is magical when it works.
Yes, it looks almost involuntary.
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That’s a really nice horse. N.
Thanks Nina. I should do more brush painting. One of many shoulds.