Centaur
With the tall, long-boned
frame of a basketball player
his large hands could cradle
the pocked orange orb and spring
to score a three point shot.
His sun grooved face
and big teeth, equine
and masculine, highlight
an aw-shucks charm. He’s self-
effacing with a wide smile and a strand
of hair falling loose and always
something to say, often
a contrarian, male
point of view. The heart
of his being merges man
and a whisper of something else.
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Cool use of a mythological creature as a metaphor for something decidedly of the real world. You and I are on the same wavelength today.
I love the way this poem ends – very nice, Pat!
The words and descriptions used in this are so unique. They really give the poem the feel of an old story book or myth (which works, considering your title). Lovely job!
This reminds me of Updike’s Harry Angstrom, especially. “big teeth…awshucks charm.” Nice characterization.
The heart
of his being merges man
and a whisper of something else.
I love the ending!