Java Queens and Pony Dreams

Java Queens and Pony Dreams

I was inspired to write this poem while I was in a small town called Pony, Montana, which lies at the foot of the Tobacco Root Mountains. I was there as an Americorps volunteer to weatherize houses for the Low Income Energy Assistance Program and stumbled upon some amazing metal sculptures. I hope you enjoy this poem as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Moving into a small town,
the oddity did so resound
in old buildings, trinkets
and metal works with auto parts
and coffee pots.

Outside a quaint cafe
a caffeine goddess stands waiting
with two outstretched hands
holding an imaginary hot brew
steeping out the spout of two pots.
Her body, put together
in more than one way,
with door knobs, aluminum siding,
rusty spokes and tin cans,
a necklace of blue bolts
and chain-laden head of hair.
Arabesques of metal swirl
around her shoulders,
coalescing at her brass breasts
with a recycled torso
and bedspring-stuffed legs,
suggesting this woman
has more than enough energy
to spend on just one shot of ‘joe’
every morning.

Several hearts have been stolen away
by this java queen,
so as to keep her recipe hidden,
a lock has been fastened
to a chastity belt
swirling as a hula-hoop,
circling her hips –
aluminum cast in the
shape of a washbasin
that once used to clean
more than dirty dishes.

I peer up to meet her
darkened, coffee bean eyes
and fiery lips that sip
the modern day nectar
of the Gods.
Like me, a few shots in the morn
help shake off the rust
and oil the hinges
of the body and mind.
Here I stand,
water boiling,
waiting my turn in line.

After a refreshing
I glance around
and behold!
Apollo, it seems,
left his horse during
his hurry to warm the morning,
although his Pegasus
had turned into a pony,
much too small for
any resident goddess
to be riding!

Up on the bluff
I could spy the metallic
pony doing a levant
with two spry front legs
hovering in mid-air,
welded hooves kicking,
boilerplate chest puffed out,
stained glass soldered onto
its face, painted prisms glowing
with evanescent grace.
Though the wind was silent
its wispy mane remained fixed
in the wiry metal it was cast,
tail also twirling with the aid
of fire from Vulcan’s anvil –
flanks forged from fenders
of an old decrepit car,
side doors anchored to ribs
with a trunk in back to place
a gilded apple just in case.

And so, the java queen,
that Paris of Pony,
welded steel casting
kissing away the
briskness of the morning.
Peacefully reflecting,
awakening dreams –
her counterpart,
a mini version
of the Trojan horse,
prancing to the beat
of a love which conquers hate,
emerging out of
those Tobacco Root gates,
its hollow filled by
an echo of a kinder fate.

from book ‘Nostalgia, Naturally: A collection of poetry and photographs’ by Tyler Pedersen, Copyright 2007.

About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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9 Responses to Java Queens and Pony Dreams

  1. Gallivanta says:

    Lovely creativity from you and the sculptor/s.

    • Thank you very much. I only wish I knew the name of the metal artist so I could credit him or her in the photograph. This world continues to inspire me around every corner. As Dan Millman said, “There are no ordinary moments.’

  2. wisperin9shad0s says:

    wow. this poem is great. the meter and rhyme reflect the references you make to the Greek gods and classics. It really does sound like a modern day ballad. sing on! and thanks for following 🙂

    • Thank you, wisperin9shad0s! Art and nature are the springboards of my imagination and I am grateful to share my muse with the world everyday. I appreciate your kind words and enjoy your poetry as well. Keep pushing the ceiling on your curiosity and digging deep into the depths of your soul! Hope you have a wonderful day!

  3. Reblogged this on The ancient eavesdropper and commented:

    Many musings in my life have been forged by the fire of another creative spirit’s energy. This poem and photograph reflects my passion for being inspired by art and nature. These bonds can never be broken.

  4. kiwiskan says:

    Now I want to see that horse!

    • Haha! Thank you for your interest and for commenting on my poem. I really appreciate it. I did take a photo of the metal horse, but it’s on my old hard drive which is lost somewhere in storage. However, you can find this horse photo in my book of poetry and photographs, titled “Nostalgia, Naturally.” You can view random excerpts on for free with the Look-inside feature. I am enjoying your beautiful photographs and musings on nature as well. Hope you have a pleasant evening!
      Tyler 🙂

  5. dulzimordash says:

    Reblogged this on Nature’s Abhorred Vacuum.

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