STEEL HORSES

 

 

Steel Horses

 

Will anything remain,

when use is no longer needed or wanted

and time becomes decay, stripping all,

so very slowly, from sight.

Can memory cling to iron and steel or

will it flake and drop, caught and carried

away by red brown rust fall.

Mastered once by hand and eyes,

cherished, cared for, yet devoid of

sentience, what strange pull we feel

for our soulless creations,

our steel horses.

11 thoughts on “STEEL HORSES

  1. Beautifully expressed, Nige. I especially enjoyed these lines:
    ‘can memory cling to iron and steel or
    will it flake and drop, caught and carried
    away by red brown rust fall’. Love that!
    I read this several times and when first looking at the photo, it reminded me of the ‘beauty in decay’ photo series I did with Keira years ago. Then I paid more attention to the life-sustaining trees, and I was reminded of those same times when I’d turn the camera on her and it was so much more fulfilling, focusing on pure beauty, a beautiful soul.

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  2. I imagine your poem reflecting on such as Antony Gormley’s work, or to Andy Scott’s Scottish Kelpies. Particularly as they are constantly exposed to the weather and/or to the sea. They will no doubt survive us, but will, nevertheless, in the end, succumb to, as you eloquently put it, the ‘decay of time’. A powerful poem, Nigel. Thank you for publishing.

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  3. It was one of the joys of being brought up in rural / industrial areas Nigel that the abandoned machinery brought hours of fun for young boys. Your excellent poem has brought back a lot of happy memories. Thank you.

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