Bounce my quest in rhyming saddle,
sending hoof down road to rattle
this equine thirst, river crossing
time in earthly flight, embossing
partners, as line
in Nature, sublime;
our stride, a breeze
enraptured, wind-heart
awakening start,
so breath might please.
I breathe her dance in legs of youth,
this galloping prance, higher truth
and telepathic trance; power,
surging flight, to save the hour
where sky grows red
in passion bled,
when ground is drum
to sacred flight,
earth calling night
in reins of strum.
There is a curve in equine voice
where whinny whirls through calling choice,
these things of man, I cannot serve,
escaping chains, in cosmic nerve;
braver pleasure
moving measure,
gathering sound
through moment clutched,
true treasure touched
in passion found.
In a list
A contest entry
- #128 Winklings but open to all at Allpoetry! Yes, you!!! by Lyndon.
6030 points, ended October 22, 2008, 6 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I felt the freedom and companionship fully in this marverlous write. Congratulations on the Silver trophy!
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Tudor Ayre is patterned perfectly.
An enjoyable intellectual ride.
This is using a light song pattern from almost five centuries ago to celebrate with joy the freedom of a horse's measure.
" I breathe her dance in legs of youth,
this galloping prance, higher truth ..."
These lines expose well the thematic principle of your work here.
Most enjoyable.
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crystaldust 07.10.09 12:25
Spell-binding picture and poem. This is a triumph of interpreting a Tudor pattern into an equine song of delight. I love this one. Best of luck in the contest.
cheers. Joy
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