
White dress, like wings flaring,
from white-horse chimerical maiden,
bareback galloping full speed
through the whispering enchanted,
dismounting at the omen,
studying, tracing, its curves,
ancient language mutterings
irrelevant if heard.
Soft white grows
in its illumination,
temporary
iris mutation.
Remounted and commanded
in mellifluous tongue,
white stallion and maiden
swiftly make their way on.
When the coast is clear,
I approach the live web,
and to my surprise,
the language, I suddenly
remember…
Poem, image, and recitation ©LauraDenise