Arabian Days
Under the sun's scintillating smile
morning's breath dries dawn's dew
upon dancing strands of lush green
gyrating in gentle rhythmic breeze
Pawing the ground with equine dignity
prancing playfully in fiery delight.
Bowed bay neck with head thrust high
starred forelock flashing the light.
Blue skies aching late spring's ardor
I mount bareback with grace of youth
mane entwined hands light upon crest
as she saunters testing the merging flow.
Muscles loosened by the morn's gaiety
easing quickly through gaits we sail
motions flowing into motions, fluidity.
Man, horse, joined perfection; centaur!
A toss of her head, eye's sparkling power
feeling the transition as we break free
flight without wings, racing the clouds
merged raw power hearing desert call.
Drinking the feral wind as we pass it by
guttural howls of delight escape unbidden
for the moment we are one; raw, primal
released of our earthly shackles. Free!
04/10/2004
Memory recalled and inspiration from: And God took a handful of South wind and from it formed a horse, saying: "I create thee, Oh Arabian. To thy forelock, I bind Victory in battle. On thy back, I set a rich spoil And a Treasure in thy loins. I establish thee as one of the Glories of the Earth... I give thee flight without wings." -- from Ancient Bedouin Legend (Byford, et al. Origination of the Arabian Breed)
morning's breath dries dawn's dew
upon dancing strands of lush green
gyrating in gentle rhythmic breeze
Pawing the ground with equine dignity
prancing playfully in fiery delight.
Bowed bay neck with head thrust high
starred forelock flashing the light.
Blue skies aching late spring's ardor
I mount bareback with grace of youth
mane entwined hands light upon crest
as she saunters testing the merging flow.
Muscles loosened by the morn's gaiety
easing quickly through gaits we sail
motions flowing into motions, fluidity.
Man, horse, joined perfection; centaur!
A toss of her head, eye's sparkling power
feeling the transition as we break free
flight without wings, racing the clouds
merged raw power hearing desert call.
Drinking the feral wind as we pass it by
guttural howls of delight escape unbidden
for the moment we are one; raw, primal
released of our earthly shackles. Free!
04/10/2004
Memory recalled and inspiration from: And God took a handful of South wind and from it formed a horse, saying: "I create thee, Oh Arabian. To thy forelock, I bind Victory in battle. On thy back, I set a rich spoil And a Treasure in thy loins. I establish thee as one of the Glories of the Earth... I give thee flight without wings." -- from Ancient Bedouin Legend (Byford, et al. Origination of the Arabian Breed)
posted by Mike at 6:19 AM
4 Comments:
Beautiful poems Mike!, Thanks for sharing them with us.
Wonderful poem - a terrific ode to the Arabian. Too bad you won't be at Longchamp next Sunday (and neither will I) for the Arc de Triomphe - Hurricane Run and some other truly spectacular horses will be running.
I came stumbling in from cronicasdelarochelle blog...lucky me! The music clip you have is a great idea! How did you do it! by the way it is one of my favorite songs of all time!!
Oh Mike! So Nice and terrific, thanks to share it with us. I'm happy you'll be back.
Have a nice day
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