A Painting
I dream of a painting . . .
a beautiful white stallion is galloping
the rider is native . . . muscled and handsome
with flowing hair
feathers entwined
he beckons from the frame . . . come
then, I am a native girl within
wearing a soft beaded doe skin dress
my hair is black as the night
we caress, caress
laying tangled in love
and I trace his battle scars
as he kisses my hair and lips
until, until
weeping my loss . . . I stand alone
in front of the painting
in my dream
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April 20, 2023
Poetry/Free Verse/a painting
Copyright Protected, ID04-1451-684-20
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, A Brian Strand Premiere Contest, No. 1210
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 04/22/2023
Second Place
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