A Turntable Horizon


That’s a fine horse you ride,
exquisite mane, muscled limbs.

Its bright eyes and tilt of head
are a visage of freedom, yet
it quietly responds to your
hands on the reigns.

Spinning through stars
on a turntable horizon
you travel as far as
push button endings.

Little child I hope you will
always return to the magic
you’re mapping across
the painted horse world
of a boardwalk carousel.  

©Susie Clevenger 2016

Day 2 NaPoWriMo 2016

Real Toads ~ Still Getting Out of The Starting Gate

Comments

Jim said…
Love it, Susie. I relate to the little boy, I was there riding this fine horse along where the writer took me. Should I take your 'little boy' literally? Your picture choice was nice. I, like you had a big choice. I chose the one I rode at Blogstock '08.
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April 2, 2016 at 1:18 AM
Gemma Wiseman said…
Spinning through stars on a painted horse...Such a sense of wonder in a child's world. Lovely.
April 2, 2016 at 1:58 AM
Anonymous said…
I'm likely to be the only one not relating this to childhood, but rather to a visit to NYC three years ago, when I'd promised myself not to say no to crazy. The photos of an overweight, 40+ woman in a silly had and wildly printed dress astride a merry-go-round pony in the shade of the Brooklyn Bridge will forever make me laugh. Really enjoyed your poem!
April 2, 2016 at 4:41 AM
Kerry O'Connor said…
Such an exquisite vision of all the future may hold, especially of the return home one day.
April 2, 2016 at 4:49 AM
Brendan said…
Not a free ride but a mannered one, like an aesthetic or a phobia. There's beauty in that circle but abandonment will never come its way. Sometimes I feel this way about writing poems.
April 2, 2016 at 5:12 AM
Outlawyer said…
Lovely sweet nostalgic poem, Susie. Thanks. k.
April 2, 2016 at 7:01 AM
Rosemary Nissen-Wade said…
This reads beautifully. Love the conversational tone allied with fine description.
April 2, 2016 at 7:54 AM
Adam said…
"Spinning through stars
on a turntable horizon
you travel as far as
push button endings."
This poem is packed with moving, vibrant, colorful imagery, and it flows so well.
April 2, 2016 at 8:40 AM
Ellecee said…
I love this poem, Susie, it brings back memories and just a tad of melancholy,, :-)
April 2, 2016 at 10:00 AM
debi said…
I do love this and the title. Lovely read
April 2, 2016 at 10:01 AM
Raivenne said…
Oh this was wonderfully writ! I was on that ride "Spinning through stars
on a turntable horizon" I still enjoy carousels and will hop one any chance I get.
April 2, 2016 at 10:52 AM
Sherry Blue Sky said…
When I was a child, I was never happier than when riding the merry go round. Sigh.
April 2, 2016 at 12:18 PM
Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said…
When I was very young, my father took me on a carousel--it was most free I had ever felt--I had forgotten that memory until I read this piece today--Happy April!
April 2, 2016 at 12:33 PM
Sanaa Rizvi said…

the painted horse world
of a boardwalk carousel.


Such a stellar close..!!
April 2, 2016 at 3:42 PM
Marilyn Cavicchia said…
Very nice! I especially like the stanza about spinning through stars. A beautiful ride, yet one that must end at some point.
April 2, 2016 at 6:22 PM
Other Mary said…
I too love the closing.
April 2, 2016 at 7:32 PM
✿ said…
I LOVE this. It makes me want to ride on a carousel right now. That is the most fun ... except, they typically go a little too slowly.
April 2, 2016 at 10:39 PM
grapeling said…
this makes me think you are writing to your daughter - the one who so diligently fights for her bay (not a horse, the water kind) . happy trails this month, Susie ~
April 3, 2016 at 1:06 AM
Magaly Guerrero said…
Love everything about this poem--what it says about childhood, the promise it makes for times to come... and the imagery. Pure yum!
April 3, 2016 at 10:16 AM
De Jackson said…
This phrase, and the visual it brings, is sheer brilliance:
"turntable horizon"
April 3, 2016 at 3:04 PM
Hannah said…
Believe in magic indeed...so special...very kaleidoscopic write.
April 3, 2016 at 3:38 PM
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