07 March 2011


The prompt from We Write Poems this week asked us to select 10 to twenty words from Gordon Lightfoot’s song, “Don Quixote,” –you know the one “Through the woodland, through the valley, comes a horseman wild and free…” I selected twenty words from the song to construct something, and from those twenty utilized some form of the above 12. I tried to necessitate each word. The piece contains darkness born of the wild and free horseman, and the recent overdose of a man whose children found him. Let me know what you think of the construction, as well as the content. I’ve been dry lately. Stilted. Unable to write. Here’s something….


Needles blaze 
bruising tangled veins
across battered blue ghettoes
opening rusty hinged neglect
onto oceans of
tear-tarnished taverns that harbor
the tilted shouts of some damned prophet.


Mariya Koleva said...

It's very realistic and brings grim memories and emotions to me. A powerful poem!

barbara said...

Works for me.
I love the ambiguity of that damned prophet.

flaubert said...

Wow, Brenda those opening two lines
are quite powerful. Nice concise
piece. Good to see you writing!


Anonymous said...

I think the heavy consonants in the piece resonate with the footsteps and emotion in the story. Nicely done.

Madeleine Begun Kane said...

Very well done and effective.