Shining threads

Shining threads

Friday, 31 December 2010

The foal

She is a foal
in a land of brutes,
whispered along by encouraging spirits.

Legs weak and unsure,
yet a force of becoming,
maintains her resolve.

Her way is crossed by other travellers,
motives various,
so we might miss her
on the thoroughfare of life.

Tender instincts can be crowded out
by more urgent, louder voices.

She is the sapling and the murmur.
The slightest kiss and faint memories
of something intuited.

Partition off her dimension
and you can live,
but not without being haunted
by the drowning sound of subtlety's cries.

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