The horses of meaning (poem)

Let their hooves print the next bit of the story:
release them, roughmaned
from the dark stable where
they rolled their dark eyes, shifted and stamped—

Let them out, and follow the sound, a regular clattering
on the cobbles of the yard, a pouring round the corner
into the big field, a booming canter.

Now see where they rampage,
and whether they are suddenly halted
at the check of the line westward
where the train passes at dawn—

If they stare at land that looks white in patches
as if it were frayed to bone (the growing light
will detail as a thickening of small white flowers),
can this be the end of their flight?
The wind combs their long tails, their stalls are empty.

Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin, from Collected Poems (2021)

Related Reading

The Irish horse in myth and legend,” Tuesday’s Horse, March 17, 2016.

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