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WILD

Fire Horse poem

By SynecdochePublished 5 years ago 1 min read

Ear to the ground, silent

Listen to thrumming ground, low,

At first, mere hint of a feeling

Expectant dust rises distantly

as the void between Wild and me swiftly closes...

Proud ears upperked, alive to sensation of her very life

The dark halo flying behind, and she lopes, closer and closer

Flecks of foam fly from flank

and triumphant mouth

She grazes farther every day

There are nights she doesn't come to me at all

Separate from her I feel small and alone

But as I see her madly breaching

the gap between us, I throw back

my head, whoop and holler!!!

Somewhere inside me there is a burst, I am free!

There is strength as I need it

There is speed, and certainty

as i begin to match her ferocity

I fly in her direction

and I leap with all my might

My body turns on air, and somehow

I land my target!

Again, that firey spirit of mine and I are one

Try as you may, you will not break us

inspirational

About the Creator

Synecdoche

I’m an artist... retired professional singer and stage actor, a writer, a bead artist, a sculptor, collage-er, I make accessories, am an activist and organizer, amateur chef (key word here is, “amateur,”) and Auntie extraordinaire.

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