A Boy on a Hill

Inspired by the photo of a friend. ;)

I met a young boy once

on a horse

on a hillside

with a heart as golden

as sunset on the summer solstice

 

sweet light slanting through broken fence rails

as bright and gilded as the crown of his head

 

and he spoke to me of true things, new things

and blue things in a way only the innocent are wont

to do

 

and I remember the unexpected trust of those moments

so long ago . . . when it all felt so completely

summer and full of all things shiny

 

when the grass was high and

moving in a way particular to that season

of off chances

As rare as . . .

unconditional love

 

and I walk that hillside now and again

on the eve of a summer solstice

and wonder about that young boy

who sat on that horse

and told me of things impossibly dear

 

and I impossibly wish . . .

Reviews

[astronaut]

That picture looks like where I live. haha. This is a nice poem, it sorta reminds me or Wuthering Heights, especially the "walk the hillside" and "..boy who sat on the horse" haha but then again the most little of things reminds me of Wuthering heights. great job and keep writing. :)

[Bare trees]

An awesome poem with incredible character to it. Your diction and detail for images is so impressive. I can't say enough, you're a great writer and thank you for appearing out of the blue to me. You're words are a wonderful and inspiring surprise.

[MAC]

wow, what a lovely write. okay so yeah i know this is poetry so my comment might seem ridiculous however this is a truly poetic piece. excellent write!

[Robert Haigh]

I've just re-read this fine poem and I feel the urge to add another comment: this is, of course, a very lyrical poem...it brings back memories of my childhood, even though I never met that boy on the horse. This is the type of poem, I feel, where the reader is almost invited to introduce his or her own childhood memories into the poem. A substantial write!

[SkinlessFrank]

this is beautiful...it reminds us all of those rare times in our own lives when we encountered a love that was magic...or does it only seem to to us now from this distance....i can never be sure, but still i go back there in my dreams

[Wolfwind]

Time travels with us, it does. Kept in photographic memories and buildings from long ago, which no longer resist the pull of gravity to the ground. Memories and moments along the journey of life. When knowledge was free and enlightenment came with a rainbow of imagination. A time youth...a time that I suppose we all wish we could step into those younger shoes, just one last time, and remember why it is, we remember at all.

Fantastic Ink Lady J!
Aaron

[Robert Haigh]

A wonderful, wistful write. The words flow very nicely and there is good use of alliteration. Excellent!

[Praiser]

Wow what a bed time story, or a play
a boy on hill with his horse

[Jenni-Chan]

aww.

[Lily]

This is so GOOD! I love your description! Amazingly Beautiful!

[Zeek4]

What a beautiful descriptive poem. "sweet light slanting through broken fence rails
as bright and gilded as the crown of his head" A nostalgic and touching remembrance.