Corralled (NaNoWriMo – Day 6)

Re-blogging this poem from 2011 — a friend recorded it on a podcast:

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echoes from the silence


corralled in this space
the dappled gray stallion
prances and paces,
emitting discontent wails
with every swish
of his tail

piercing the air
the distant, strident call
of his mare
reignites the delirium
of his addiction
to freedom

intensity seems to define
the stallion’s circles
of its confines;
unwilling to curtail
his right, he pitches
forward to clear the rail

vanishing into the pleats
of time and space,
only echoes of hoof beats
are heard on the plains,
leaving behind the corral:
an empty shell of pain

P. Wanken

Written for Poetic Asides “Chapbook Challenge” Day 6: write an “addiction” poem; and The Sunday Whirl prompt to use these twelve words: dappled, piercing, shell, air, strident, reignite, delirium, emit, pleat, pitch, swish, and seem.

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    1. Thanks for that, ViV! I, too, could “see” that horse as I wrote it. Months later, I saw a photograph that I would love to buy to put with this poem. Maybe someday I will. It’s available for sale through a photographer/artist’s website. It’s nearly as I pictured it in my head! Even now, more than three years later, the image remains in my mind so clearly. And Iain portrayed it so well in his reading. ❤

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