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    Spectral Horse Poems No. 4
    Spectral Horse Poems No. 4
    Spectral Horse Poems No. 4
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    Spectral Horse Poems No. 4

    By Simon Pole

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    More poems about undiscovered countries, love in confusing times, events at the Red Sea told from the point of view of Pharoah’s army, and the proprietorship of bathtubs. Includes two long poems in blank verse, and their engrossing stories.

    No. 4 in the Spectral Horse chapbook series from Simon Pole, author of The Saga Terminal City.

    Poems included:

    The Cartographer’s Poem
    Moral Clarity
    Rain of Love
    Hymn to Prose
    The King
    Halls of Hate
    Cephas
    A Proposal
    The Maestro
    Pharaoh’s Army
    Father, Father
    A Rumble for the Regime
    Why Us, God?

    Bio

    His mind corrupted by childhood exposure to horror movie matinees, but equally enthralled by the atmosphere of old churches, Simon Pole writes cosmic poetry from the location of Vancouver, British Columbia. A graduate of Harvard University, Simon has continued his studies of what is hidden in the dark. Writing is also in his blood, being the great-great-grandson of early Canadian poet Susie Drury.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSimon Pole
    Release dateMay 16, 2016
    ISBN9781311666369
    Spectral Horse Poems No. 4
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    Simon Pole

    His mind corrupted by childhood exposure to horror movie matinees, but equally enthralled by the atmosphere of old churches, Simon Pole writes cosmic poetry from the location of Kingsville, Ontario. A graduate of Harvard University, Simon has continued his studies of what is hidden in the dark. Writing is also in his blood, being the great-great-grandson of early Canadian poet Susie Drury.

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      Spectral Horse Poems No. 4 - Simon Pole

      Spectral Horse Poems

      Simon Pole

      No. 4

      Smashwords Edition

      www.simonpole.ca

      Text copyright 2016 Simon Pole

      All Rights Reserved

      No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of Simon Pole.

      Cover Photo Original by Estitxu Carton

      Used Under License

      http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0/

      Table of Contents

      The Cartographer’s Poem

      Moral Clarity

      Rain of Love

      Hymn to Prose

      The King

      Halls of Hate

      Cephas

      A Proposal

      The Maestro

      Pharaoh’s Army

      Father, Father

      A Rumble for the Regime

      Why Us, God?

      About the Author

      The Cartographer’s Poem

      In the morning I will work,

      Thoughts again will come that lurk

      In the corners of my mind,

      Unformed yet, but biding time.

      I can feel them welling there,

      Like a river, where no air

      Is felt to breathe, but they run

      Like a torrent to the sun,

      In the morning when I turn

      An eager face, hands that burn,

      To these pages, blank of mark,

      On a journey I embark

      In a paper-hulled canoe,

      Still unshaven and unshoed,

      And this pencil is my oar

      To propel me evermore

      On this ocean of my dreams

      To drift places unforseen.

      Each day after the poem waits,

      While I sleep, a patient mate,

      Who coos softly by my bed,

      New worlds planting in my head,

      The next stage in our travel,

      Where we wilds will unravel,

      Tangled shore and shrouded height,

      Untramped woods long out of sight,

      But whose thick, sunless cover

      Conceals realms to discover:

      Broken blocks of empty towns,

      Where fallen gods lie face down,

      The royal roads, overgrown,

      Once by fearsome horses owned,

      And some cistern silted-up,

      From which people

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