Pounding Hooves Poem by Ananta Madhavan
Pounding Hooves
Hooves, hooves, pounding in a grumble thunder
On the cobbles and the paving, hooves a hundred
Hooves a-clatter on the flags, all in flinty splendour,
Shattering the glassy day, rattling on the plunder
Of the battered morning, thudding hooves, blundering;
Faint clipped drum beat throbbing in the drain,
Faint clipped drum beat splashing in the rain,
Faint clipped
Faint.
* * *
dream in which I seemed to hear thudding horses in
a small city.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 5:47:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The dream may have been related with galloping horses with bandits or militia men of an enemy fiefdom in search of some settlement for plunder. off course this is a guess since it had so much impact on dreamer's subconscious. Thanks for sharing this stunning piece in a verse form.10 points.
Dear Poet-Friend, Thank you for your insightful comment. Dreams do have coded messages. Maybe it is good that dreamers forget their dreams so quickly and that some scene or sound or word remains on waking up. You may care to look for my poem, posted earlier, 'Dying Dream', about a chariot drawn by a horse. Best wishes, A. Madhavan