Thursday, December 9, 2010

Off Course

Our sleigh was horseless,
paint peeled, rusty runners,
the name all but worn away.

Our ride was harried,
steep upward climbs
gleeful downhill careenings:
a wintery marriage.

A hot passion:
the twang of your guitar,
the flare of your welding torch,
the scratch of pen on paper.

Amber liquid, glass after glass
tender eyes shifting to pain.
For ten years we slipped and slid

and then:
the steering broken
the crash echoing among the hills.

Photo taken and shared with us by Willow. Read more poems and stories based on this photo at Magpie Tales.


  1. A beautiful comparison to a relationship falling apart...just beautiful.

  2. smart magpie...
    love the flow,
    beautiful sentiments, enjoyed the metaphor.

  3. oh dear...this was very good
    but a bit sad...
    I liked the lingering left in the last line

  4. Sad a beautiful.
    Like Jingle, i praise the flow of your words.

  5. Lovely and sad .. all wrapped in one Magpie.

  6. Suki, enlighten me. What Flannery O'Conner quote are you referring to? You never know what gets into one's poems.

  7. Suki you have captured the beginning to the end so beautifully! :-)

  8. Beautiful capture of a disintegrating relationship...brilliant

  9. A fine piece of sustained metaphor, wry and moving. A great last verse.