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harness that fleeting glory
spread her body along a floor
a wooden floor, bespoke and well laid
planks of oak against joists so firm
and stable as a wooden pike
a resting place for metal
pierce your ivory heart

Demise of My Horses

I had been away for a few days,
visiting the aunts of Cascais,
and found my three stone horses gone.
Just cheerless holes
where they had been tethered.
Widening the road, they said
and for that beauty must go.
When a road is enlarged more
cars will fill the space until
the bigger road is too small and
they decide to build a motorway.
The other side of the road will be
impossible to cross and neighbours
will become strangers.
Sun or rain endlessly stunning my horses were
before turned into grit.

Nests the days peachy bloom,
Spilling over curve crisp blues.
And there
On faulting flickers of green,
Wilts a sky covered in blackening.
Where the
Smouldering of grey ashes attend the cool brazen light,
To settle in its slumber shades of the waken night.
With
Greeting silvers first slithers shining to loom.
The day’s last chirps float a fading tune.
For
A moon to rise tells of the coming sun to set,
And horizons shall lie on galaxies of starry nets.
Only here
In this blurred moment as two halves one can play,
In hast of dusks last gather two halves must part ways.
To have
A life time of goodbyes cast away for all those to come,
For what belongs in that hour shall burn upon the new sun