White World

Written for:  Sunday Muse #232

Hope these black
beach stones do not
bother your hooves. We
are on a journey clothed
in white, unseen against
the rising waves.  Look
at how your mane rises,
royalty in the ocean breeze.  
You are a pearl white beauty,
and I will not lead you
astray.  This day is ours.
We have the power to adventure
into ancient ruins 
filled with magic.  Follow
me.  Your eyes will see
the wonder of our new home.

http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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8 Responses to White World

  1. Jim says:

    I wondered what they were doing in the photo, you came up with a good one, moving to a new home. I also rode a white horse, too school my first two years of high school. Her mane we kept short, standing up, after her terrible bout with a fistula. We had a nice barn to keep them shaded in the sunny, and nice and warm in the cold Nebraska winters. I can’t remember if it held six or eight, all three of us in my freshman class rode a horse to school.
    Oh yes, you wrote a very nice location description, I could picture it without seeing the photo.
    ..

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  2. Helen says:

    This reads like a dreamy movie script .. now who do we cast?

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  3. Gillena Cox says:

    There is fun and friendship in this adventure along the beach. Nice one Sara.

    Much❤love

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  4. Susie Clevenger says:

    Love this…I’m always up for a new adventure.

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