With Love
A wild wing of pony hair
does take my soul away
with a hoof-beat song of red;
I long to hear you play.
***
Fore we fly on gold-gift wing,
my hand sunk into mane
of silk and yarn and fire -
we soar, now free, not tame.
***
I ride the wind up to the moon,
safe upon this hack -
and then we jump to rid the sky
of the rein that held us back.
***
Born of love and lace,
a fate has come to be.
TY for the read!
Make your own fate.
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KJ Aartila
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This style of poetry is hauntingly beautiful.
Captivating!
That was beautiful Definitely some epic style poetry here
I am a Sagittarius born in the year of the horse. Though I've never taken the mysticism too literally, the animal has always had a lot of meaning to me as a symbol, and I love encountering them in reality. A beautiful tribute here!
This is one that makes you say oh this is good from the first line. Great imagery and I’m a sucker for anything about horses
That image of riding your beloved horse, turned into Pegasus, turned into fate..., I would call it indescribable but for the fact that you found a way to do just that. Marvelous.
Lover of horses poem 🥰
This is gorgeous, Keila! 😍 Wow, this has a sophistication that I didn't know was possible with the 4-letter-word restriction - you've inspired me for this challenge!! 🥹❤️❤️ Amazing work!
This is lovely. Well done, I hope it places! 😊💙👍
Awww, this was extremely beautiful! I loved it so much!
Wow, this was really quite beautiful, Keila :) You really nailed this challenge!
I love the last line :) a really lovely poem!
Brilliant and brilliantly penned!!! Loved it!!!❤️❤️💕
Wow, this was stunning. I loved the vivid imagery through metaphor. Well done
Super creative with the word choices and theme. Love it and has made me view the challenge differently. I like it when that happens.
This is beautiful. Well done.
Just beautiful. I loved every line.
A great take on the challenge, lovely words
I love this. Weird is sweet, soft and adventurous