Federico Garcia Lorca Reminds Me of Robert Frost

An image from Lorca got my pen moving. When it stopped, I was surprised where it had taken me. I love that about writing.

 

On a night like this

you can hear the ropes creaking

in their pulleys as the moon rises,

and the click and hiss

of each star coming on,

a hum of machinery sounding

almost like wind through the trees

that hardly even look

like they’re made of steel

 

When a coyote knifes the darkness,

you think of sirens.

When an owl echoes your question,

unseen,

you look for a door to lock,

a window to latch.

You pull your coat tighter

to your chest, and try

to remember that song from Sunday School;

but all that comes to your mouth

is the iron-salt taste

of your own blood.

 

It’s then that you look down two roads

and wish you had paid more attention

to that poem

you had to read for class

years

and years

ago.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem. Mr. Lorca would be proud you wrote in the style of the great poet. Frost was special in his way with words. Lorca cut to the heart without no chase in his words. I like the feel and emotion in your poem. I try to pay attention in school. I learn more from the book in the library. A outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote