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.
Curiously offbeat and very well written...
ReplyDeleteOh! I feel the wind in my hair!
ReplyDeleteI too, wish to ride the white horses. Excellent write!
ReplyDeleteThat poem captures perfectly that incredible photo!
ReplyDeleteXXXOOO Daisy, Bella & Roxy
A refreshing change to this weeks' pic!
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