Iceland Pony


by Pavel Chichikov

Snorre, you Icelandic pony

You are the color of pale honey

Your mane upstanding looks like ivory –

Brown and big your eye

Stolidly your mane you toss

Yet I see you near Gulfoss

When seas of memory I cross

Ice blink in the sky

Above the cliffs of Myrdalur

Fern and other arctic verdure

Black the lava of the shore

And you are there

Eveningward is ebony

A wall of lava in the sea

Ivory vapor curls alee

The port of Heimey

Yet in amber here you stand –

A paddock made in Maryland

Keeps a memory in mind

So I can see

How can I be here and there

Behind the oaks an arctic glare?

Sharp and humid is the air

Yet this is summer

Snorre, strange the human mind

Which not to any place confined

Can wander easily through time

As though in space

If I can wander up and down

And side to side a timely town

Where beyond is bedding found –

Is there a place?

May horses also amble free

Beyond the paddock Memory?

Your eyes are globes in which I see

My own impassive face

Visit Pavel's website at Grey Owl Press.

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