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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
pound,strive, wild horse
snort fire and acquire
the secret of flying

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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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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