Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Her Flaxen Hair

water runs full free and fast
flowing down cliffs 
through meadow and marsh
carrying effluent on its back

time rules the hour
wheels turn winds blow
over fields of grain 
swaying like waves
rolling with the tide

and her flaxen hair streamed
like silk ribbons flowing
golden and fair as she rode
in the balmy summer air
she rode across meadows
stretched long and wide
like a dark messenger
on a mission to hell

she paused beside a soft sandy mound
that breathed a sigh 
and a message ushered forth
from deep within its depths
only she understood

then turned mounted her ride
and rode into the wind with abandon
her flaxen hair streaming 
like fine silk ribbons trailing behind

she never looked back
at what was left behind
she rode and her flamen hair
flowed full and free 
on the soft balmy breeze

riding by her side

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