DARK HORSE
Watercolor, acrylic. 2019.
| The Fabled Thunder Horse
A storm gathers on
The horizon and
approaches, rain pools
behind sodden eyes.
Borne the gift of flight,
It is fond of skies.
Caught in clouds, more like
Dreams, drifting by day.
While gliding along
Wind sweeping oblique
The horse grazed on stars,
its eyes catching sparks.
So far from the ground,
Forgetting, as if
Clouded, or foggy.
Turbulence begets.
Thunder broke and bolts
Of lightning fell from
Above, like a hand
Swift to rebuke, sorry.
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