It was the strangest rain
that star fall night
mare galloping. Hooves
churning and hurling
hunks of the black
eye sky.
Blind, it left me, blind;
my tongue forked with wishes.
Goddess bound and blind -
bridled to ride.
For Midweek Motif~Meteor Showers at Poets United
Wednesday, November 15, 2017
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- Maude Lynn
- Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days. ---Flannery O'Connor
12 comments:
Oh my, this is hot, Kell. Fierce and delicious. That ending socked me.
Wow! So we are speechless in the presence of the Goddess. The night/mare gave me leave to imagine her inside each of us. May we regain our sight.
I love the imagery in this poem.
Delicious words. May your sight soon return!
Anna :o]
Wow. the Goddess in all of us, falling from the sky. Wonderful imagery.
"My tongue forked with wishes." How cool.
Oh, I love that ending. Such a powerful piece...Goddess bound
The ending was superb with:
Goddess bound and blind -
bridled to ride.
you got me! wish I had written this! tit-for-tat MZ
Wow! The imagery is amazing, as are your perfect line breaks.
MZ--This is fierce.
The image of the mare really got me.
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