Son of Pegasus …

Earth-bound colt, son of Pegasus,

drifting dreamily across the meadow –

fetlock deep in springing turf;

muzzle low,

tasting April in the grass;

have the white swans flying overhead arresting your gaze,

stirred memories of fabled days; the sweet taste of Parnassus?

Do those wing-beats, slow and strong,

pulsate in your earth-held heart

as you gallop, swerving wildly headlong,

soaring in your equine soul, god-like, with Bellerophon

to Olympus and Mount Helicon?

About atomsofstars

Reticent .. but I hope my poetry speaks for me .. Favourite quotation .. ' Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.' Ludwig Wittgenstein
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3 Responses to Son of Pegasus …

  1. planaquarium says:

    Love this – we used to ride, and you’ve captured the noble mystery of their gentle strength and form perfectly!

  2. atomsofstars says:

    Hello planaquarium …

    Thank you very much indeed … I’m very pleased to know that you enjoyed these lines. I’ve been searching for a couple of other poems on an equine theme that I posted here a few months ago .. you might like them .. .. here’s a link to one of them ( I’ll track down the other one for you in a minute 🙂 ) Like you, I love horses …

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