Celeste takes control in our race
(you're not holding me back today)
I lean over her neck, let us become
smooth, smoother, smoothest
and she tugs the reins looser
(you're not holding me back today)
she reminds me
fingers in her flowing mane
I lean further forward, far as I dare
in perfect balance, I could fly
let us race and forget everything
but your strides, and your breaths
the pounding hooves and the flicking
of your ears, the muscles rippling
stride after stride, go on then-
take the illusion of control from me
and let us rest in this moment of time.
(21st September 2013)
YOU ARE READING
Blue Moon
Poetry"Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes." - Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There (2012 - 2014)
