Thursday, February 6, 2014

The Runaway

By Laurie Epps 

January 31, 2014 marked the New Year for the Chinese culture. This year on the Chinese zodiac is the year of the horse. 

Happy New Year 2014!


In honor of the New Year, I'll be accepting your poem submissions to publish here on my blog about horses. Feel free to use any length of poem, and even feel free to experiment with Chinese poetry styles.

To demonstrate what I'm looking for, today take a moment to look at a fine poem by Robert Frost. I like to look at Frost whenever possible because there is always multiple themes that can be read and seen within each poem.



THE RUNAWAY
By Robert Frost

Once when the snow of the year was beginning to fall, 
We stopped by a mountain pasture to say, 'Whose colt?'
A little Morgan had one forefoot on the wall,
 
The other curled at his breast. He dipped his head
And snorted at us. And then he had to bolt.
We heard the miniature thunder where he fled,
 
And we saw him, or thought we saw him, dim and gray,
Like a shadow against the curtain of falling flakes.
'I think the little fellow's afraid of the snow.
He isn't winter-broken. It isn't play
With the little fellow at all. He's running away.
I doubt if even his mother could tell him, "Sakes,
It's only weather." He'd think she didn't know!
Where is his mother? He can't be out alone.'
And now he comes again with the clatter of stone,
And mounts the wall again with whited eyes
And all his tail that isn't hair up straight.
He shudders his coat as if to throw off flies.
'Whoever it is that leaves him out so late,
When other creatures have gone to stall and bin,
Ought to be told to come and take him in.

Laurie Epps is a senior at Anderson University majoring in Creative Writing. Already Laurie is most published as a feature article writer, essayist, and poet. A seeker of beauty and world traveler, Laurie hopes to grow into a career in travel writing illuminating the many stories that make us human despite our differences. Currently, Laurie also has a Monday Morning Book Club column dedicated to writers everywhere.





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