In eons’ life my white-lashed eye has caught
consuming cross the goldgreen grasslands' wave
the endless star broomed dance of come and go;generations of ravens laughed
as cactus centuries passed, yet
one short wishful glance, only once
a glimpse of you, the dark stallion in
a sunmist I’ve seen prancing, seen you stand
more than horse and less than man
fiery four legged totem, dolmen jawed
pounder of the white wolf’s skull.
Never have you come to graze
the pastures I have wished and wayed,
hooves flying to me under the sickle moon.
I dream you still as your high red eyerolls white, sleepless on your
Do you likewise dream of me, once only
glimpsed, the fleetly fading stippled stray
stranger, maverick mare whose mane unbound
that gold and silver ribboned sleet
stretched on prairie air with the tossing wheat;
do you ever think we might
outrun the wind that blows behind the stars,
feel again grey muzzles nudge up dawn,
hot blow of breath, trembling flank, equine hammering heart be all our wealth
of soul, of singing, all of rest?
Or am I the one that wandered a step too far
in the moon of slipping tides
the one you fed just once in the hungry night
content to watch the shadows swallow back
the empty chalice of a symbol
when the wine’s poured out?
A dreary jog a weary winding fate
bound to go ahead of you and wait
for journeys end, the last low luminous gate.
Process Notes: "In Gallo-Roman religion, Epona was a protector of horses, donkeys, and mules. She was particularly a goddess of fertility, as shown by her attributes of a patera, cornucopia, ears of grain and the presence of foals in some sculptures suggested that the goddess and her horses were leaders of the soul in the after-life ride..
As usual, I have taken a few liberties with the mythic elements.
Image: photo by gracious permission of Margaret Bednar