"The Dream Horses"
They own pearl-boned intricacy of limb; molten
words woven into forelocks.
Almond breathed, salt lustred under the thinnest
smile of the moon; they circle a softness of stone,
arc and fuse in fierce air; intoxicated
with a warm geography of roses.
Under branches glanced with stars, suggestions
of dapple and dun; a cool collusion of ghosts.
Subtle tricks of the wind, sidle-shy uncurlings
in fern and foliage. Burning and biting they dip
and rear; flint-hoofed, ablaze with night.
Adorned with sorrel and southernwood they dance,
shake tangles of mane from owl-tawny eyes.
Arch crest over crest, roll languid and lathered,
their delicate weight entangled
in a phosphorescence of dying things.
© 2005 Vienna (Carole Barley)
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