Morning Ride
At early dawn, at break of dawn,
give me a horse, and like a fawn
we two will race the waking sun!
Swift as the blazing of a gun
we’ll trace a dust-screen on the lawn.
Give me a horse and I’ll be gone,
lightly atop his spreading brawn,
blended into a moving one,
at early dawn!
We’ll ride the green turf’s morning yawn
as if an unseen hand had spun
the scented trail for us to run.
We’ll barter time with speed for pawn
while day on wings of night is drawn,
at break of dawn!
Evelyn Coffey
The references her merging with the horse, for the brawn that compensates for the physical fragility caused by the heart defect that shortened her mother's life, and her sister's... the reference to conquering day on wings of night...speed, which was not hers to practice....
ReplyDeleteI have heard of dreams that paraplegics have, of mobility. Here perhaps we have such a dream put to pen?