‘Horses’ (a poem from my anthology)

Lately, I’ve found myself thinking a lot about ‘Horses’, a poem I wrote for my anthology, The Light Touch of Liberty.  The poem is essentially about my memories of Atlantis in its later, rapidly descending stages. When I recently saw a beautiful, illuminated sculpture of a unicorn at the Wonderlights event in Palmerstown Estate, Co. Kildare (which I attended with my partner), I was indescribably moved by it. In order to honour that, I wanted to share ‘Horses’ on my blog.

Horses

Dusk begins to gleam
On their house of cards
Their abandoned path
And old oaths of mystery
While horses stand by the gate.

Across the oceans
And clear blue skies
Taunts ring hollow
For hearts still fly.

In card house dreams
They forget time’s treasures
They gallop for glory
While horses
Stand by the door
And call out:
When will you be ready?
Our fires are waiting
Our plans are set.

Across the oceans
And clear blue skies
Lovers still love
Hearts are still wise.

In the house of cards
They scramble
For scraps
Tussle
For titles
And summon their snow
While horses
Stand by the window
And call out:
When will you be ready?
Our fires are waiting
Our plans are set.

Windows go unseen
By card house dreamers
Whose hearts
Can’t fly
Who run
Through the halls
And cry:

Across the oceans
And clear blue skies
We hear gossip and worries
Rumours and lies
As ominous whispers
Turn into roars
We keep our secrets
We slam our doors.

The horses move on
Their fires are waiting
Their plans are set.

Dusk embraces them
Pulls starlight into their wings
Their diamond eyes
Their wild hearts
That still beat
For the coming dawn.

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