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Winged Steeds of Mist

Winged Steeds of Mist Out in the vales of freedom, of rippled hills and plunging canyons, there is nought but wind to carve through the wild horse Light mane, nostrils flared, veins like sacred rivers; heart with a hawk spirit flight strikes music from bright pinioned hooves Coats of shimmering autumn, pied shadows, blinding snow Time and mist have scribbled fear into the sinews Winged at the first breaking sounds of intrusion fear of capture awakens a scream far older than the sound it emits escape,escape pound,strive, wild horse snort fire and acquire the secret of flying

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 5/31/2021 7:12:00 AM
Mythical ~ beautifully crafted poem
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Date: 2/18/2021 7:06:00 PM
Wow! I like this horse poem! Everyone wants to be free like these wild horses.
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Date: 12/27/2020 10:55:00 PM
I too, had to come and enjoy this wonderful gem of poetry,
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Date: 12/10/2020 11:36:00 AM
It's been a while since I last read this poem, Suzanne. It has lost none of its poetic allure! ~ Warm regards & hugs // paul
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Date: 12/10/2020 6:12:00 AM
Exceptional imagery. You did this so well. :0)
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Date: 9/27/2017 4:00:00 PM
I really love the spirit of the wild horse you share in this depiction of their beauty SuZ....A fave for me! : )
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Date: 9/24/2017 8:34:00 AM
Vivid, beautiful and full of movement, Suz. The sight of wild horses is very inspiring, and I too have often used these lovely animals metaphorically in my poems. Regards & hugs // paul
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Suzanne Delaney
Date: 9/24/2017 2:50:00 PM
Thanks for your kind comment and for stopping to visit. I haven't had much time for writing or posting this year. We finished our renovation and went on the Queen Marty 2 to Southampton, then flew to Potugal. I see two contewst themes I can write to...World Cruise and Foriegn Place.. Must get busy lol Hugs, SuZ O... for some inspiration.
Date: 8/27/2017 8:09:00 AM
You had me at the title, hooked me with the first line and had me galloping to read more. Beautifully vivid scenes racing across the prairies.
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Date: 8/27/2017 7:53:00 AM
It's a beautiful sight to see wild horses flying across those rippled hills. I really like the verse in which you poetically describe their coloring. Well done, Suzanne.
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