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Horse
Mongrol

I was a horse,
 1
naked running loose in the park
 2
throwing my head up at the sky
 3
filled with the full moon sweeping through
 4
clouds cutting the dark open
 5
across the fields in swathes of silver light
 6
burning the dead leaves into white fire.
 7
 
 
Sinking my hooves into the soft wet ground,
 8
chilled by the mists of the sidhe hiding
 9
in the speargrass and wild-mint.
 10
Pulled by the brambles to stay longer -
 11
excited by the burdocks in my mane,
 12
caught by the infinity in the marsh flowers
 13
I run into the trees.
 14
 
 
And I run wild - touched by the fey -
 15
dancing to the ways of the wind
 16
the silhouette trees tilt back in awe
 17
as the sky shifts over and over,
 18
reeling white storms set against
 19
the race that I run
 20
whipped on by the joy of the free.
 21
 
 
The danann scatter as I step into
 22
the dew-pond and thunder through the water
 23
and away over fences - torn by cross-wire
 24
through old hedges - scratches on my flanks,
 25
they cannot catch me as I hammer the ground,
 26
an engine with fire in my belly
 27
I run...
 28
 
 
until the dawn,
 29
until the first rose blush in the dawn,
 30
until the light turns white to peach,
 31
until I can run no more.
 32

25 Jun 07


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