John J McKenna’s most recent poem to appear here was Wish (August 2012).
The White Horse (New Amsterdam on Hudson)
By John J McKenna
this
the olde cold
of sooty grey London
here too
in
the still young
rising timber smoke
of New Amsterdam
where
shadow and shade
grin in wicked macabre
October delight
cold
as sky
slouched from river east
where
big hearted bright
not close enough hearth
and Hudson to the near west
cold still
enough to wet sweater
dam and damp
chill skin thin
in shiver silent shake
cool of bone
deep and within
II.
proper pints poured and spilled glisten
atop this oblong box
a toast–is echo
where there are many
and you
young wild curled haired boy
Thomas
never doubting
poor lad
they bent not to genuflect
not to tie the laces of their shoes
should they be so fortunate
not to strap their boots better still
if they were blessed with work
no
young darling boy
this beautiful Thomas
they crouched in unison to
the foot rail
ready and waiting and worn
your bearers
to carry you.
III.
some find it odd and some disturbing
that I weep here
I find it sad
the familiar melancholy
of Autumn
stained again
in colours up bright
punching the sky
before dizzy daze
pause
and drifting
I do so alone
I find it so very sad
and that they
no longer
Deep and daunting. I’ve read this over and over.