I bought a horse at Leadon fair.
'Twas silver-gray and ghostly.
Rode home through woods in leaves thick-layered,
On narrow path, could barely see.
Bone hands curled atop my own
As they too held the reins.
Musty grave scent choked my nose.
I knew no spells or banes.
"Good lad," said ghost unto his horse,
"You've brought me home a prize."
And then gazed at me, laughing,
Two hollow orbs his eyes.
With desperate wll, I yanked the reins.
My gelding's head jerked right.
Living need broke deathly chains.
Our beacon, a town's light.
But as we turned, my gelding's hooves
Stamped hard upon the ground.
I heard a crunch in loamy grooves--
Then ghost vanished, unbound.
Author notes
Art by Kristina Gehrmann
A contest entry
- FANTASY PICTURE INSPIRED COMPETITION VIII: 20 ENTRIES by ShelleyA.
2000 points, ended July 21, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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A good write and take on the picture prompt. Good imagery and rhyme, nice flow and tone. A very nice story poem. Thank you for your entry.
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Thank you for your comments and for providing the gorgeous picture. I wanted a vaguely late 18th or early 19th century feel for this poem, so it would match the time period of the subject.
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wow!! what a take on the picture!!..lovely write!..kinda reminds of the midnight rider poem...anyways..you have a lovely way with words..I do enjoy they mystical feel of this..kinda creepy in a good way ^_^
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Thank you! I had a wonderful time writing this. The picture was just fantastic.
I love your icon, by the way.
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Nice job. Fits the picture perfectly.
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It's a cool picture, isn't it? Just made for storytelling.
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