Monday, 13 January 2014

White Horses




we ride the swell
your hooves submerged
in a sea green foam
flanks dripping salt water
but we go on
dappled sunlight on dappled grey
hands wound round
coarse white mane
as i grip to stay with you
wind whipping
slaps laughter back at me
as you rear and buck
with the joy
of galloping with the white horses.

My interpretation of this amazing picture of la Jument of the coast of Brittany by Jean Guichard, to see the others go to The Mag.

5 comments:

  1. Curiously offbeat and very well written...

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  2. I too, wish to ride the white horses. Excellent write!

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  3. That poem captures perfectly that incredible photo!

    XXXOOO Daisy, Bella & Roxy

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  4. A refreshing change to this weeks' pic!

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