Roan Stallion Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Roan Stallion

Lost, as may be a drunk
-or a toddler, in first steps
-YouTube is what I have on
-listening to the reading of
- "Roan Stallion"

Have been lost for long
-from the time that found
-those orphans, on roadside
-books at Bathurst and Dupont

Robinson Jeffers's was one
-an unknown poet, poetry-style
-felt sunk in confusion
-grasping air in waves of ocean

In times it was a woman lying in bed
-Faulkner's "As I lay dying"

"No, no, no…" I say
-Jack London's "The Iron heel"

I shiver, cannot control feeling
-Herman Melville's "Moby-Dick"

But I stop and final
-fallen on four, I crawl
-John Steinbeck's
- "The grapes of Wrath"
- "Of Mice and Man"

And my mind runs
-to Germany and changes
-the mother of suspense
-Film Noir
-and revival of Greece
-by the Bloomsbury Group

"No canon" they said but
-canons of literature are
-Bible, Torah, Koran…