The Red Mare

 

The Red mare in stance on altar of fire

Fixed her momentary gaze right at me

Then bolted in galloping getaway gait

Through the forest with one burning tree

 

A resentful rain descending in darkness

Washed my vision away from my need

Inside me was branded the amber glare

From the magnificent but wounded steed

 

The deep forest provided dark sanctuary

Solitude the only means of control

Awry and amiss goes denial of bliss

Forced to endure an uncomfortable role

 

Restless sleep in the realm Nether-Never

Alone apart in a most guarded defense

Dreaming of the green peaceful pastures

In an expanse void of life’s consequence

 

Her beauty could not supersede her pain

But only she could uncover and free it

A magic gift behind those old soulful eyes

And I was blessed by chance just to see it

 

 

s. paul (April 2021)