It was pure darkness - pitch black
Charcoal and ink pressing down
On my shoulders, back and neck
The air was hot hot hot all around
I touched, wondered, pushed at the wall
That seemingly had no end
Is this a passageway, a room, a hall?
I came to curves, bumps and a bend
Suddenly, after hours to eternity
A light shined through a window pane
In light, I was blinded - I could not see!
I forgot in the dark I was blind until then
I ran, I fell, I stood up straight again
Then I backed away from envisioned escape
The world outside seemed strange
The world outside seemed grey
I sat awhile to ponder and think
A whiff of memory of the old kingdom
brushed the cool air - whimsical whim
I neighed and embraced my freedom
I ran to the open fields...
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nice write ...like how you took this theme and gave clarity to freedom..coming our of the darkness..bkm
ReplyDeleteYou noticed the stable door - and ran with it! :)
ReplyDeleteLoved it that you laughed and ran for the open fields! Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThis is a lovely poem. I enjoyed the ending, which delighted and surprised me, as I had no idea until then that the poem was about a .....
ReplyDeleteSnort, Good one!
ReplyDeleteFirst, I thought it was the Chilean miners coming into the light....but I love horses too. Great poem, evocative.........
ReplyDelete"I neighed and embraced my freedom." Well written.
ReplyDeleteOh yes..run free
ReplyDeletegreat take on this prompt
So very apropos this week with the miners being rescued. Wonderful.
ReplyDeletefreedoms birth!
ReplyDeleteand I shall call my pony Freedom!
This reminds me of a song I loved as a child. I can hum it now but for the life of me I can't remember that last time I thought of it, as a result, I can't remember the name. Wildfire just popped into my mind. I wonder if that was it?
ReplyDeleteBorn free
ReplyDeleteAs free as the wind blows...
As free as the grass grows,
Born free to follow your heart.
Is that it Kristen?
What a lovely name for a pony, Rene!
ReplyDeleteA lovely run toward the light!
ReplyDeleteThis really made me tingle, I love horses, this was wonderful!
ReplyDeleteDear Sherry and Willow,
ReplyDeleteYes...the bizarre thing is that while I was writing the first three stanzas, I was thinking of the miners. Then as I wrote the first line of the fourth stanza, I thought of a little foal...and hence the outcome of this poem.
Well, the poem takes you where it wants to take you!
Purely magical..the heart of a hero..very original...
ReplyDeleteGreat perspective.
ReplyDeleteah- it was a stable door? All this time I thought otherwise. Nice write!
ReplyDeleterun free wild horses...smiles. nice magpie!
ReplyDeleteI just love horses...they have such a beautiful grace and spirit of freedom about them...this is a lovley poem for the prompt...truly amazing Ninotaziz! :-)
ReplyDeleteA wonderful post. I can c the horse finally running free. Never thought of it as a stable door.
ReplyDeleteI'm so focused on trying 2 get Bliss & Jill out of their predicament that I c everything thu their eyes.
I loved each and every line..
ReplyDelete--Someone Is Special--
Dear Ms Ninotaziz,
ReplyDeleteIt is beautiful, simple, mysterious and brief.
Hank
run away with a horse,
ReplyDeletelove the idea.
lovely take on the prompt! The image of the horse running free made me smile--great writing!
ReplyDeleteNice write, the end with the image of the horse, smiles, freedom running the fields.
ReplyDeleteInteresting and evocative style of writing, when I looked at the magpie prompt I actually thought of a horse stables and freedom,,,,, glad I did not do mine on that theme for this is exquisite love the poem.
ReplyDeletecheers,
joanny
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