I found this poem on my computer the other day. It’s something I wrote over three years ago when I was writing for a website called Girls Horse Club. And since I’m being lazy and don’t want to write up a decent post, I’m dumping this on you. It ties into a short story that I also wrote for GHC.
There is a place in the sky
Near the middle of the sunrise
Where the spirits of the pure at heart
Live when their body dies.
In colors of gold, red, silver
With wings made of white gold
They are the magical Wild Things
Brave, true, magnificent, bold
The wildest of the Wild Things
Mighty Saber, the Stallion of Flight
He gallops, mane and tail streaming,
Through the sky in dark of night.
His sister rules the red dawn
Bellalyse, the Lovely Red Mare
Her coat, as red as the setting sun
Brings dawn from here to there.
Guardian of All That Sails on Wind,
Jade’s tail is the clouds floating by
The mare’s hooves bring thunder, storms
Her eyes, stars, stud the velvet sky
Troy, the charismatic blue stallion
He lives in the depths of the waves
Except when rescuing drowning souls
The depths is where he stays
The magical horses, the Wild Things
Live in the place where sun meets earth
Wild Things guard things wild at heart
Each one its weight in gold is worth.