- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Sunrise on the moor - The horse.
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Click hereLow dark hills,
Silhouettes of the black shadow,
And in the distance,
The dull grey sky,
Seemingly impervious,
To the light of the day.
The moor,
It's hidden trails,
And trickling streams,
A stagnant silence,
Hangs oppressive.
Dew soaked grass,
Silver gleaming webs,
Of silken strands,
Gleaming,
In morning light,
A frosted stillness.
The sky brightens,
The darkness drains,
Against the sky,
A shape takes form,
Solid,
Silent,
A horse.
With damp course mane,
Head raised,
Ears twitching,
Listening.
It's steaming breath,
Making twisting,
Curling shapes,
In the frosted air,
A massive monument,
To silence.
The horizon slowly fills,
With liquid gold,
And empty sky,
Free of human blemish,
Is torn,
By silver rays,
A fiery globe,
Traces,
A skyward path,
A flood of light,
Envelops the bleak moor.
The horse,
Plated in liquid silver,
Unmoving,
Droplets of dew,
Forming rivulets,
Down,
It's lean flanks,
A solid impermeable resistance,
To the force of nature.
1974
- COMMENTS
the Swamp, Natures Way, of showing mankind to pay attention because a desert awaits. TK U MLJ LV NV
Gripped by your words. I wish it was mine.
My that was beautiful!
This was excellent. Try reading it out loud to yourself - it makes a surprising difference to hear the words, and makes the images all the more real in your mind.