Post by fuzzytiger on Sept 5, 2013 18:00:57 GMT -5
The clipping and clopping of cobbles,
The clatter and scatter of shells,
Hooves splash and slash in the glossy moon,
That squiggles and ripples across the naked skin of the sand.
Quivering flanks,
Foaming waves spill from chaffing lips,
Blasting snorts from hot nostrils,
The thunder beneath firing electric legs,
Kicking the moon,
Igniting the stars.
Enjoying the elegance of legs
Hurling fury at the wind.
Making a gale in which to sail,
A twirling squal.
A spark in a black stone eye,
The arching neck, a foetal curve in the heavens,
Such a groundling yet you belong to the sky,
Higher even than the birds,
Within the majesty of the constellations lies your natural home.
The clatter and scatter of shells,
Hooves splash and slash in the glossy moon,
That squiggles and ripples across the naked skin of the sand.
Quivering flanks,
Foaming waves spill from chaffing lips,
Blasting snorts from hot nostrils,
The thunder beneath firing electric legs,
Kicking the moon,
Igniting the stars.
Enjoying the elegance of legs
Hurling fury at the wind.
Making a gale in which to sail,
A twirling squal.
A spark in a black stone eye,
The arching neck, a foetal curve in the heavens,
Such a groundling yet you belong to the sky,
Higher even than the birds,
Within the majesty of the constellations lies your natural home.