A lean black horse
Dressed in red
Turns its head crossly
Towards its itchy rear
Stained teeth bared
Dribbling saliva streaks
Snorting loudly
Spraying angry snot
Convulsing its supple
Facial muscles
Shrugging a slithery fur
One hoof up in air
Whips its tail in ire!
An impish fly
A grey blur with wings
Wringing its arms and legs
In blatant mischief!
Fluttering its wings
A dozen a second
Dodging the whipping
Shooting from one spot
To another, leaping high
Grabs on the horsetail
Swinging to its pace
Cheering itself
For lodging on
The weapon raised
To squash it!
Safest place on earth.
'Phew! ' It mutters under its breath.
I appreciate writers who are able to paint a picture with their words.A fundamental art of the poet, you may say, but it amazes me how many would-be poets seem to lack this basic requirement. I am glad to say that you excel at the art. Another well-presented short story!
What an absolutely enchanting image! Methinks you have quite an affinity for horses - and flies too! ! Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
An educational ride on the horse with you in this piece Deva - and very well put together - - a clever way of dealing with the title 'A Safe Place on Earth' - - love the humour too.....10 Fay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I could feel the breeze with this one Deva, amazing visual piece with a clear message my friend...loving the flow dear