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Poems
ryn Jul 2014
Wild Stallion
ryn
Jul 2014
Wild stallion live free
Galloping unbound
Always you flee
Never chained to your ground
Wild stallion how swiftly you fly
Over distances and plains
How courageous you try
Hide your aches and pains
Wild stallion your hooves beat the earth
With fierce determination
Let loose and be rid of your girth
Be free from trepidation
Wild stallion covet your solitude
Embrace the run in silence
Your formidable strides of fortitude
Bound forth with repentance
Wild stallion I see you there
Mane billowing as you thundered across
Grounds fly beneath you without a care
Running without remorse, gliding without loss
Wild stallion I was once like you
Soaring to the ends on unrestrained wings
A life that is now but an echo; a faint pathetic hue
A life that is now filled with broken things
Wild stallion keep on running free
Keep galloping and know no bounds
You're free, no need to flee
Outrun the chains, leave them as faint indiscernible sounds
Wild stallion how I envy you
As you canter, your coat gleam in the light
See me as you always do
Just a reflection who has ceased to fight
Galloping unbound
Always you flee
Never chained to your ground
Wild stallion how swiftly you fly
Over distances and plains
How courageous you try
Hide your aches and pains
Wild stallion your hooves beat the earth
With fierce determination
Let loose and be rid of your girth
Be free from trepidation
Wild stallion covet your solitude
Embrace the run in silence
Your formidable strides of fortitude
Bound forth with repentance
Wild stallion I see you there
Mane billowing as you thundered across
Grounds fly beneath you without a care
Running without remorse, gliding without loss
Wild stallion I was once like you
Soaring to the ends on unrestrained wings
A life that is now but an echo; a faint pathetic hue
A life that is now filled with broken things
Wild stallion keep on running free
Keep galloping and know no bounds
You're free, no need to flee
Outrun the chains, leave them as faint indiscernible sounds
Wild stallion how I envy you
As you canter, your coat gleam in the light
See me as you always do
Just a reflection who has ceased to fight
GRANDMOTHER
A singing, child, a singing
about the great stallion,
who would not drink the water,
the water in its blackness,
in among the branches.
Where it finds the bridge,
it hands there, singing.
Who knows what water is,
my child,
its tail waving,
through the dark green chambers?
MOTHER
Sleep, my flower,
the stallion is not drinking.
GRANDMOTHER
Sleep, my rose,
the stallion is crying.
His legs are wounded,
his mane is frozen,
in his eyes,
there is a blade of silver.
They went to the river.
Ay, how they went!
Blood running,
quicker than water.
MOTHER
Sleep, my flower,
the stallion is not drinking.
GRANDMOTHER
Sleep, my rose,
the stallion is crying.
MOTHER
It would not touch
the wet shore,
his burning muzzle,
silvered with flies.
He would only neigh,
to the harsh mountains,
a weight of river, dead,
against his throat.
Ay, proud stallion
that would not drink the water!
Ay, pain of snowfall,
stallion of daybreak!
GRANDMOTHER
Do not come here! Wait,
close the window,
with branches of dream,
and dreams of branches.
MOTHER
My child is sleeping.
GRANDMOTHER
My child is silent.
MOTHER
Stallion, my child
has a soft pillow.
GRANDMOTHER
Steel for his cradle.
MOTHER
Lace for his covers.
GRANDMOTHER
A singing, child, a singing.
MOTHER
Ay, pround stallion
that would not drink the water!
GRANDMOTHER
Don't come here! Don't enter!
Go up to the mountain
through a sombre valley,
to where the wild mare is.
MOTHER* *gazing
My child is sleeping.
GRANDMOTHER
My child is resting.
MOTHER (softly)
Sleep, my flower,
the stallion is not drinking.
GRANDMOTHER (rising, and very softly)
Sleep, my rose,
the stallion is crying.
A singing, child, a singing
about the great stallion,
who would not drink the water,
the water in its blackness,
in among the branches.
Where it finds the bridge,
it hands there, singing.
Who knows what water is,
my child,
its tail waving,
through the dark green chambers?
MOTHER
Sleep, my flower,
the stallion is not drinking.
GRANDMOTHER
Sleep, my rose,
the stallion is crying.
His legs are wounded,
his mane is frozen,
in his eyes,
there is a blade of silver.
They went to the river.
Ay, how they went!
Blood running,
quicker than water.
MOTHER
Sleep, my flower,
the stallion is not drinking.
GRANDMOTHER
Sleep, my rose,
the stallion is crying.
MOTHER
It would not touch
the wet shore,
his burning muzzle,
silvered with flies.
He would only neigh,
to the harsh mountains,
a weight of river, dead,
against his throat.
Ay, proud stallion
that would not drink the water!
Ay, pain of snowfall,
stallion of daybreak!
GRANDMOTHER
Do not come here! Wait,
close the window,
with branches of dream,
and dreams of branches.
MOTHER
My child is sleeping.
GRANDMOTHER
My child is silent.
MOTHER
Stallion, my child
has a soft pillow.
GRANDMOTHER
Steel for his cradle.
MOTHER
Lace for his covers.
GRANDMOTHER
A singing, child, a singing.
MOTHER
Ay, pround stallion
that would not drink the water!
GRANDMOTHER
Don't come here! Don't enter!
Go up to the mountain
through a sombre valley,
to where the wild mare is.
MOTHER* *gazing
My child is sleeping.
GRANDMOTHER
My child is resting.
MOTHER (softly)
Sleep, my flower,
the stallion is not drinking.
GRANDMOTHER (rising, and very softly)
Sleep, my rose,
the stallion is crying.