Down from castle, by the sea
Four white horses beckoned me
First was wild empyreal rage
Fire thundered lightning scribed the page
As genie cork'd and swaddling curled
By breaker crashed this vessel world
Second spelled times lettered lands
Scratched in scratched out illumined hands
As rocks to sands by water gives
And takes by tides and mortal sieves
Third bade dance among the shoal
There in her eyes I saw a foal
Reflect a life and death so near
As fell and drowned within the tear
Last was master of the team
The gadsman ere brought moon to beam
Crack whipped the swirl of stars to be
My friend, my foe, eternity
As each a wave, a water, sea
The chariot made as one, as me
Sunday, 5 August 2012
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What a lovely start to Sunday...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagery.
ReplyDeleteAs lines convey the saline drip
ReplyDeleteWith certain roll to trembling lip
This mortal tastes immortal salt -
The Poet is but Nature's fault.
It's lovely.
Well said, Keyfeatures.
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