Riding the Highlands
A poem by PD Lyons

Riding the Highlands

She spoke in an accent lost like heat from living things
broken snowy things that long winters become around here.

The absence of people in her world meant things would not get bogged down,
such was her preference.

She admired stainless things like steel, well-honed blades of knives
sound of a good axe square stuck into a block; pieces split clean hard solid.

She’d find a smile in steel spurs as her heels struck the floor. While copper had a value too.
The bit she blew warm to keep from sticking to the horse’s mouth made her own water.

Horses understood her language. Cold winter thrived upon it.
Well-crafted metals bantered lightly with her.

On the trail, sipping Bourbon accepted every word without argument. Snow dust from tall pines,
crows like midnight splinter into a wide-open Ingenious blue
from which every question ever asked returned every answer she’d ever needed.

About the Author:

PD Lyons was born and raised in the USA but travelled and lived abroad. Since 1998 he  resided in Ireland. Lyons received the Mattatuck College Award for Outstanding Achievement in Poetry. Received a Bachelor of Science with honours from Teikyo Post University Connecticut. The work of PD Lyons has appeared in many magazines and e-zine/blogs throughout the world. Lyons published poetry collections by Lapwing Press, Belfast and erbacce-Press, Liverpool. 

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