Out of Water

Out of Water - Prose An easel, looking for the painter, Who brushed black iron horse life of survival Tear stained face, wind slithering burning leaves with the sun. Double twisted iron brought from the shore of the sea. And was met fathoms deep change Rode upon, I'm weary fracture pain, I'm with the wind The sun tether the moments, now and then, on end. With no common sense, horseshoe drift crossed over the ocean. The ocean caught hold, late October's dark blanket. Of Earth around the dark sea. A monstrous haunting goes, changing scenes go round the horse. Pressing on with wondering restless sea, twisted iron then about. Horseshoe penny hung around my neck. The old horse's destination is already the past.