Chipped and worn,
Umber steps drop away from the plateau
ruby roads into black trenches.
Crayon note horses
rainbow maned
strut and gallop, tails high
pride and freedom bring them
to canyon cliffs
cinnamon dust plumes
underfoot.
Hot searing wind
arises from below
reminiscent of fire,
I give them wings.
11 comments:
good work. happy magpie!!
Excellent words. Enjoyed them.
Realy loved the last line. Your poetry is so full of imagery and lynical.
Nice. Very nice. Umber is such a great word.
There's nothing like flying free...you did it!!
Beautiful! Loved ...
"Crayon note horses
rainbow maned
strut and gallop, tails high"
A fine poem. Well done. Love it :)
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I can imagine your cinnamon dust plumes and I can taste them too!
Izzy, I love your last line. Everything changes when you give them wings! Really wonderful.
On a different note, you wrote a fabulous little poem on my blog today. Very buccolic. And vivid. Fine work at the drop of a hat.
Thanks for playing along, Iz.
Wonderful imagery, layered over free imaginative moments touched by the heart.
I loved the way the disparate images came together and gelled in your poem. Clever in the very best sense of the word.
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