Staring into your merciless, black eyes,
Raging with fury, raging for freedom
I wondered what was coming next
You had already lifted me into the air, dropped me back down
And now I'm swinging, round and round
You whip back your mane, swing your tail sassily
Warning your next rider; Beware!
Your hooves held galliantly,
You march with your army,
Upon your never-ending path
Decked with colors, garments and ornaments
Your princes, kings and queens
Seated in carriages not far from you
Those cowards, hiding from you in their carriers
Valiant steed
Your strength is that of a Thoroughbred
Whiping your mane royally
Above all the others
Perhaps this one is an Appaloosa
The one handling me with such force, such power
The powerful Mustang riding along next to me
In our voyage north
You are so modest, but so strong
The Shetland, you are but my favorite
So small yet you hold power over men
Who are attracted to you endlessly,
You rule them with your attitude
These lights, where are they coming from
Spinning around me in a vortex
I feel as though I'm part of a hurricane
All these colors, swishing around me, trapping me
In a kaleidoscope of fear
There is a ringing in my ears
I now hear music, too
And your new rider sits astride you
Ready to take control
Don't let them, it's all you
As I step off the Merry-Go-Round
Haha - i like this. Perfect submission for this contest. Very clever.
One very minor edit that slowed me down (with a suggestion...)
You whip back your mane, swing your tail sassily
You whip back your mane, swing your tail with sass
This really introduces the subject as a creative, imaginative person. At first, I though it was a nature-loving poem and was wondering how you would enter this in the contest given the criteria, but it worked well! Just enough rhyming to have a flow, but not too much that they reader feels they should be searching for the form.
Haha - i like this. Perfect submission for this contest. Very clever.
One very minor edit that slowed me down (with a suggestion...)
You whip back your mane, swing your tail sassily
You whip back your mane, swing your tail with sass
This really introduces the subject as a creative, imaginative person. At first, I though it was a nature-loving poem and was wondering how you would enter this in the contest given the criteria, but it worked well! Just enough rhyming to have a flow, but not too much that they reader feels they should be searching for the form.
I feel like this poem is one big metaphor. At some points, I seem to understand what it's point out, at some point I don't. It was creatively done and well thought of.
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