Stone Horse
Stone Horse.
A cold night and it had been snowing, a rarity
where I live, amongst the olive cope a stone
that looks like a horse´s head, it still had snow
on its head and neck, though snow on ground
had thawed the grass was shimmering green.
I brushed off snow and patted its slender neck
This act of concern brought astonishment,
the horse sprung to life, a grey beautiful mare,
it began grazing on moist pasture which, it had
been unable to eat for five hundred years,
quite ignoring me who had brought it to life.
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen | Year Posted 2013
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