Carriage Ride

© 1988 Steve Macdonald

This is a snapshot in time- no conclusion, no beginning. You are left to draw your own conclusions as to the motivation and direction this story goes.

Move, carriage, light
Past tall streetlamps, bright
No moon be seen;
Red taillights dimly gleam

The clatter of hoof on cobblestone
The rider's path be not known
The soft kiss of whip and rein
While passing gutters filled with rain

Tall stovepipe hat
Thick folds of cape, black
Dark, misty night
Creatures avoid the light

A snort and steam from foaming lip
Strains to avoid a lick of the whip
He huddles away from the wet
Hurrying for someone future met.

Instrumental

The clatter of hoof on cobblestone
The rider's path be not known
A snort and steam from foaming lip
Strains to avoid a lick of the whip

Move, carriage, light
Past tall streetlamps, bright
Fog rises, grey
All sight fades away

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