Friday, 9 January 2015

A Poem a Day 2015 (9): The chase

A 2-minute poem written for the '2 minutes. Go!' fun writing fest on Unemployed Imagination with JD Mader. Check it out on Fridays, guys. The link - http://www.jdmader.com/2015/01/2-minutes-go_9.html?spref=fb



The chase

Slipping her fingers
Through his mane
She urges him forth
Feeling the warm beat
The pounding within
Her own blood roars
Like a tide in her ears
As she is swept
Upon the icy wind
Chasing the night
As far as it allows
Shattering time itself
Into rays of glass
Among tripping stars.
This dew of welcome
Lights the storm now
Thunder rears its head
Casting a magic stroke
Yet he charges on
Soaring across the sky
Knowing no man or boy
Only this slight girl
Hanging on to life itself
As he gallops high

copyright Vickie Johnstone

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