Night rides harrow,
screech and howl,
long fingers catching the
edges of cloaks with long
nails, the black
sheer as shrieking.
Yet the mare takes a
rider to the stars this time,
the cloak rippling in the
lunar wind, shaking out
crags of old
illogical thinking, or
superstition.
The stars are bright,
not twinkling, glowing in the
velvet.
Close up they blaze like
fires, and friendly lights.
The mare has no trouble questing
the air,
winged and well shod by
the sturdy stablewomen,
who know their
art.
(copyright Imogen Crest 2006.)
Fantastic…great read!
Anita Marie
The imagery here is very powerful – and I have a strong sense of the release you experience on this ride Monika.
Wow! This is creepy.
Thanks gals! Heather no doubt you would be right.
for once it suits, that word so often used, fantastic fantasy walk with you.
You have really managed to convey what this Heroines Journey is all about. Yes we will see frightening things, but the Stable women will keep us from getting completely lost, for their horses are ”winged and well shod”.