Sunday, January 16, 2005

142. Words

"The road was a ribbon of moonlight
across the purple moor " --
one of the cherished poems of childhood
(galloping hooves on a moonlit comparison)
brings language to the fore.

Even the harsh kraken clatter
of endless daily talk
finds grace in comparisons, analogies,
(the ancient roots of everyday speech):
we can run, yet cannot walk.

Transport systems of the mind
rely on habit, things gone before;
so in Athens the public transport
(which carries us from place to place)
is called the Metaphor.