celeste's gentle nip
celeste's soft lips
lips with stroking whiskers
lips smooth as velvet
velvet nostrils
velvet coat blue
blue roan pony
blue beauty in the rain
rain-wet lashes
rain dripping mane
mane dark and flowing
mane grip holding
holding on with cold fingers
holding head high
high flight in fields
high rearing hooves
hooves pounding
hooves racing
racing gallop
racing eyes bright
bright brown eyes
bright flurrying day
day for galloping
day riding at dawn
dawn sunlight
dawn moonlight
moonlight eyes
moonlight gazing
gazing soft eyes
gazing and grazing
grazing around
grazing by me
me and celeste
me running with her
her swishing tail
her flicking velvet ears
ears hearing
ears listening to my voice
voice whinnying this morning
voice she knows
knows it's me
knows she's safe
safe with me
safe and happy
happy in her company
happy with her peacefully
peacefully smooth
peacefully wandering
smooth...
wandering...
(2nd February 2014)
YOU ARE READING
Blue Moon
Poésie"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)
