rockinghorse, broken horse
where will you ride
I have an answer if you won't hide
back in the corner with broken springs
so disconcerted and wishing for wings
here is my plan if you’ll turn back this way
I’ll feed you nectarines most every day
tell snow powdered stories
back from the plains
starry so overhead
starry your reins
just stop and dream awhile
close painted eyes
nuzzle the wind
and chomp the sunrise
You, at your youngest
and coral skies
pastures of diamonds and
carousel eyes
back in the games you are
back on your springs
saddle of flowers
and upwards we swing
galloping galloping
in a fine dream
eating gold apples
on each afternoon
rocking horse, rocking horse
bright as the moon
harken to me and you’ll learn to pretend
pretend and pretend until finally we’re in
kicking up dust till all the bells peal
rockinghorse, rockinghorse
can’t you just feel
everything broken’s now everything healed.
Isn’t it splendid!
mary angela douglas 16 november 2023
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