a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Saturday, February 15, 2014

Four Horses

Photo Credit Hindrik S with Photopin
Accepting the challenge
Sharing with Poets United

FOUR HORSES
Horses prance with grand feathered feet
Meticulously for the show
Owners hold reins and shout commands
In awe the spectators stand

Noses blow breath Dragon's smoke
Horses prance with grand feathered feet
Black coats reflect sheen turn as one
Graceful dance the beauty of the gods

A proud team as one raise hooves high
They circle they leap they woo the crowd
Horses prance with grand feathered feet
The black beauties steal my heart/soul

I float I glide horses my dream
Choreographed art brings tears
Of joy loving beasts forever
Hooves prance with grand feathered feet.

21 comments:

Kerry O'Connor said...

This picture is so beautiful and I am really thrilled you put it all to words in such a spectacular way.

PS. If I may suggest, you could swap the 3rd and 4th lines of stanza 3 in order to keep with the quatern form.

Sandra said...

beautiful, and it describes the beauty i see in those spectacular horses... i can feel your love for horses in this one...if you find Scotty get him to beam you here and we can go see the clydesdales

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

You captured their power and beauty. Like the line with Dragon's smoke.

Björn said...

Only a lover of horses can bring forth this one so strong... black horses are really quite intriguing...

Kathryn said...

I loved the dragon's smoke . . . you describe these incredible creatures so well.

Grace said...

You have captured the graceful dance of these beautiful horses ~ Lovely work on the form as well ~

Lynne said...

Loved seeing the photo and your poem . . . excellent!

TexWisGirl said...

sweet and bittersweet.

A Quiet Corner said...

Hearing a horse neigh on TV, I just said t the pres yesterday how much I miss that sound!!!...:)JP

humbird said...

'The black beauties steal my heart/soul' ~ I feel it in every stanza, your love to horses. Love the horses of our dreams ~ Lovely poem!

Susan said...

You brought these beauties to life around the perfect refrain. Gosh. One read and I am back at the state fairgrounds in Syracuse, NY, being a kid again and mooning over horses.

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

A lot of power and restrained energy in this write--so matches your picture!

Sketching with Dogs said...

That really paints a picture for the reader and your love of horses shines through.
Lynne x

Teresa Coltrin said...

I love your poetry. Great job.

Linda Wildenstein said...

The horses of course are beautiful and majestic....and so are your words.

LindaG said...

Very well done, Gail. :-)

Sumana Roy said...

love how you describe the black beauties....

Nancy said...

I love those big beauties and your poem. xo

Margaret said...

Nothing quite as grand as Friesian horses. And a team of four! Wow. Yes, I like this high-stepping poem very much.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh look at those proud beauties - your poem lilts to the sound of their prancing hoofs. Loved it.

DesertHen said...

Black beauties with grand feathered feet...Beautiful!

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