"Trailing out behind them like a bride's ethereal veil" I love that. Those two words together really pack a punch, especially since they slant-rhyme.
Overall, I think you did a fine job with choice of words for this piece. However, it took me two reads to fully feel the impact of its imagery and a third to see the image(s) in my head. Perhaps that's because I'm just not used to such a simple, spaced structure such as this one. Which leads me to this: I rather enjoyed the structure. It's something new, and fresh. Or, at least from what I've read in my lifetime.
Also: "Landing in a tangled cascade of lanky limbs and blonde hair" was especially, er, powerful, for lack of a better word. Once I read this a third time (I've been told the more you read a poem, the better it becomes, which is surely true in this case ) that line and this one: And they're galloping through the sand with reckless abandon stood out to me like a three-dimensional image.
So I suppose you could scratch that initial comment on imagery.
First off, what you asked about – your wording/imagery is good. It's simple, granted, but in a good way – so many other pieces add in all kinds of sugary language and it just dilutes the story and makes it unnecessarily lengthy. I like your wording in that it's compact, and because of that, what you do say becomes that much more prominent, meaningful. I like how, at the beginning, you juxtaposed the "little white fingers" and "messy black mane".
Secondly, as an aside, what ~SH79 said – nice title. Tee-hee. It kind of sets the tone for the rest of the piece, gives the reader an idea of what they're about to read. Bareback – it implies wilderness, as well as a close human-equine connection.
Third, some other stuff I'd like to point out – first, it could just be me, but I think the last line of your poem switches from the third person to the first person a little too abruptly. It's a nice effect when the reader is suddenly made to switch viewpoints and see the girl and the horse through the eyes of someone saying goodbye – it also makes for a bittersweet ending, smashing the image of the happy girl and horse, and putting there instead a picture of a sad farewell – but maybe you could add another line in between, just a short one. A kind of half-halt warning before the transition, if you ride.
Last, no offense intended, but uh – I don't really get the meaning behind this piece. It could just be that I'm having one of many dumb moments, though. Is this piece but a story of a fleeting, unheard goodbye? Like letting go of a kid? Or is there a second meaning?
Overall, though, nice. Keep it up! 8D Sorry for ze wall of text...
Wow! Thank you so much for the wonderful feedback, it really makes my day. I see what you mean about the abrupt transition at the end... guess I'm far too much of a western rider, doing rollbacks on a dime I'll definitely see what I can do to try to make that more smooth.
As far as meaning: I'm afraid it isn't that deep... nothing more than a description really, of a moment in an afternoon spent with a friend. Although I do think there are undercurrents... but I let my readers figure those out
"Trailing out behind them like a bride's ethereal veil"
I love that. Those two words together really pack a punch, especially since
they slant-rhyme.
Overall, I think you did a fine job with choice of words for this piece.
However, it took me two reads to fully feel the impact of its imagery
and a third to see the image(s) in my head.
Perhaps that's because I'm just not used to such a simple, spaced structure
such as this one. Which leads me to this: I rather enjoyed the structure.
It's something new, and fresh. Or, at least from what I've read in my lifetime.
Also: "Landing in a tangled cascade of lanky limbs and blonde hair" was especially, er, powerful, for lack of a better word. Once I read this a third time (I've been told the more you read a poem, the better it becomes, which is surely true in this case
And they're galloping through the sand with reckless abandon stood out to me like a three-dimensional image.
So I suppose you could scratch that initial comment on imagery.
Happy further writing!
Have a good one!
A horse poem!! YAY!
xD Sorry about that. Ahem -
First off, what you asked about – your wording/imagery is good. It's simple, granted, but in a good way – so many other pieces add in all kinds of sugary language and it just dilutes the story and makes it unnecessarily lengthy. I like your wording in that it's compact, and because of that, what you do say becomes that much more prominent, meaningful. I like how, at the beginning, you juxtaposed the "little white fingers" and "messy black mane".
Secondly, as an aside, what ~SH79 said – nice title. Tee-hee. It kind of sets the tone for the rest of the piece, gives the reader an idea of what they're about to read. Bareback – it implies wilderness, as well as a close human-equine connection.
Third, some other stuff I'd like to point out – first, it could just be me, but I think the last line of your poem switches from the third person to the first person a little too abruptly. It's a nice effect when the reader is suddenly made to switch viewpoints and see the girl and the horse through the eyes of someone saying goodbye – it also makes for a bittersweet ending, smashing the image of the happy girl and horse, and putting there instead a picture of a sad farewell – but maybe you could add another line in between, just a short one. A kind of half-halt warning before the transition, if you ride.
Last, no offense intended, but uh – I don't really get the meaning behind this piece. It could just be that I'm having one of many dumb moments, though. Is this piece but a story of a fleeting, unheard goodbye? Like letting go of a kid? Or is there a second meaning?
Overall, though, nice. Keep it up! 8D Sorry for ze wall of text...
Sorree!
I see what you mean about the abrupt transition at the end... guess I'm far too much of a western rider, doing rollbacks on a dime
I'll definitely see what I can do to try to make that more smooth.
As far as meaning: I'm afraid it isn't that deep... nothing more than a description really, of a moment in an afternoon spent with a friend. Although I do think there are undercurrents... but I let my readers figure those out
Any aspects in particular that caught your eye?