Magic in Madness

A Magic in Madness

I rushed sleepward and saw my horse standing by a long canal.
His head was drooped in drowsiness & one hoof dug quietly in the dirt.
Often I had ridden him in my dreams, but now he stood in contemplation.
How long since I had given him a river to run, a field to prove himself faster?
Horse, I have been rambling on a endless highway.
I hurt my foot in the rough briars of standing still.
My mouth was a droop of leaves falling from the tree of night.
I could not rein a promise or a horse into the formal stiffness of my life.
But Wake Up! There is a carnival in town. There is a wild wind rushing up
from main street and an angel handing out hopefullness!
We will run through the watercolor of softness & hilarity
You have been standing too long & it is not good on the bones.
I will feed you candy apples and I will eat the colored cotton.
There is a magic in madness that doesn't last for long.
The sky is a blue metal but it is flexible & not hard.
My eyes reflect your silver spurs as the sun sings a volley of songs!
Let us assume we are invincible & mention our plan to God.

Reviews

[Emily B]

oh, yes!

There is a wild wind rushing up

and

There is a magic in madness

I read great hopeful joy in these lines!

[Ed Hart]

there are only a few, only a very few... how fortunate for us to have you here...

[W.k.kortas]

As the learned--nay, brilliant--Mr. Simm says--there is the "plethora of meanings" couched in the requisite Venablese which combines to make this piece a pure joy; I have never met anyone who could conjure up the images which you can.

[Ken Simm.]

There is a plethora of meanings here which is as it should be in these dreams. A lovely, lovely thing.