Airport Art: Taijitu


Airport Art: Taijitu

The black horse falls,

in a twisting stand-still motion.

Miniature men holding strong,

with ropes of desperation.

The white horse climbs,

up the bodies of small men.

Struggling past the black horse,

a battle locked in time.

Neither the victor,

stuck in limbo.

The power is balanced.

I wrote this poem when I was eighteen or nineteen years old. I was sitting in the airport waiting to board my plane to Massachusetts. I was writing a story for an English class when I noticed a painting on the wall. I flipped to a blank page in my notebook and started jotting down a poem to describe the painting. There were two horses, one black, and one white. The two horses were much larger than the men that were trying to catch the black horse as he fell, and the men who were trying to restrain the white horse as he climbed upward. I can still picture ever detail ten years later. The painting was vividly violent, but a beautiful display of power and struggle.

I’ve tried to find the painting over the years with no such luck.

-Rachel McKee

Cover Image Found Here.

Horse Image Found Here.

Author: Rachel McKee

I love reading about everything. I'm not a book snob. Lately I have been "reading" a lot of picture books to my toddler and baby. In my past life before motherhood, I was a professional technical editor and writer.

6 thoughts on “Airport Art: Taijitu”

  1. [Found you at the Community Pool] What a brilliant way to use your visual sense. Observe. Compose. Save for this moment in time. I love that you didn’t let this moment pass you by, because we the readers would be missing out. You seized the day, turned the page, and wrote down a pretty darn descriptive poem. I can almost see you doing this. I wish more people would pay attention to what’s around them. There’s cool stuff to see everywhere, which thrills another highly visual person like me to no end. Thanks for sharing!

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    1. Thank you for your comment Jen. I recently found a journal I kept when I was in community college and I had a lot of fun looking back on some of my old poetry. I remember trying to be super tidy when I re-printed that poem from my school notebook into my “fancy” journal. This was a time in my life when I really concentrated on documenting my observations. I had a lot of responsibility between working full time and school, but I didn’t have a lot of distractions that took away from my writing. Anyway, I guess what I’m trying to say is that this was a special time in my life where my writing was top priority.

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