Franz Marc, Dreaming Horse
Blue magic perfumes the night
(and ghosts are almost here)
in my heart, embracing
haunting, breathing secrets
of eternity
~and the universe~
throbs and dazzles–
there a star dances,
and voices wake
laughter, joy–
the poetry of if
A collaborative poem with the Oracle. She seems to be fond of the Puente form. I think the blue horses must dream blue magic.
There is a silver spring
where golden fishes dwell
between the banks of sweet brown earth.
There, wondrous scarlet finches sing
in warbling notes, as if you to tell
(with constant mirth)
“Both skies and horses can be blue.”
You decide, dream-world, or true?
Franz Marc, “Large Blue Horses,” [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
A quadrille for dVerse. Kim asked us to use the word, “earth.”
In my mind, a perfect world would include blue horses.
Enchanting dawn slips
silently past the night,
and with her rosy lips
scatters her light
as she kisses the world awake.
Then—I ache
remembering my dreams
of blue ponies by incandescent streams.
I’ve seen them as I danced among the stars,
but in the light of day,
their world seems much too far away–
and yet–
I know, if never truly seen, still the ponies are there. . .
prancing, shining with blueish sheen, somewhere.
Franz Marc, “Blue Horses,”(Public Domain) Wikipedia Commons
This is for dVerse, where Jilly asked us to write about “unseen.” Last week, Jane Dougherty reminded me about the blue horses. She knows they’re real, too.
Ilya Repin, “What Freedom!” [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
Pretend I’m the Queen of the Sea–
in my long reign
we will dance upon the waves,
careless of the sparkling spindrift
delighting
water-spriting
unrestrained,
without reins
we’ll ride our horses of ocean blue
under the singing stars,
and only a gentle rain will fall,
soft drumming to the humming moon
Franz Marc, “Large Blue Horses,” [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
This poem is for dVerse. Lillian has asked us to use the words rain, rein, and/or reign, and to write something upbeat.
I’ve used this painting by Ilya Repin before, but I love it. The Blue Horses and spindrift are for Jane. 🙂
