Wild Hearts and the Hoofbeats of August
Day 3 of August's Guided Poetry Journal
Let’s not pretend August isn’t already halfway galloping out the door with a mane full of wildfire and that school-supplies-back-to-school-deadline-dread chasing close behind. It’s the last stand of summer - the golden, dust-flecked dream, and there’s no better poetry prompt to capture that wild beauty than horses.
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Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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