WORD SHARING!

WORD SHARING!

23.5.10

HORSES ON MOUNT VITOSHA

















They came through mist,
horses solid as trees
but warm and breathing,
with the wide world
in their broad brown eyes.
They were wise,
watched me sitting drinking wine alone,
then dipped their heads and drank
from a bubbling water-tap;
trotted off,
daintily avoiding stone-steps,
along the lane and out of sight,
threading through
the silent trees.
There was something in that moment.
A look, centuries-long, in their eyes.
You know, I think those horses knew
how life began.




KEITH ARMSTRONG

the jingling geordie

My photo
whitley bay, tyne and wear, United Kingdom
poet and raconteur