I really liked this poem about the horse by Sarah Katy Williams
Night Visitor 16 x 18 - Acrylic on canvas |
"I am the Horse"
He stands proud, head held high majestically
Viewing me with reasonable suspicion
My scent fills his nostrils as he breathes in deep
He bows in acceptance and his trust is won
I reach out to touch his shimmering mane
As his soft muzzle brushes my cheek with hot air
I mount him, marvelling at the strength,
The intimacy of a closeness so rare.
As we take to flight the wind borders our path
Exhilaration and adrenalin floods me
His firm muscles beneath me pulsate
And his wild instincts tell him he must flee
I am comforted by the rocking rhythm
His pounding hooves hypnotise me
I am possessed by awe and childlike wonder
This mystical beast and I unite in harmony
We are one, he is me and I am the horse
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