On A Pale Horse

On A Pale Horse

On a pale horse,
Love comes seeking,
He, whom she lost,
Long ago, in a time,
Distant, different,
And indifferent to,
This time.

Weaving tapestries,
Like spun webs,
Snip a thread at its,
Join,
Add a new skein,
There,
Not completely,
Uncaring,
For the outcome,
or the finish.

Horse and rider,
Equally fair,
equally fey,
Weaver and the,
Weaving,
Both beautiful,
And terrible,
Each ready to,
Snap.

As the rising moon,
So the fair rider,
Glowing, majestic,
Powerful, and
Mystical,
Yet still,
Dependent,
On the glow from,
Another.

Tim Keeton
(Undead)Poet/Wizard/Teller-of-tales

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About Tim Keeton

Flashfiction published by Seedpod Pub. Poetry appears in Read Write Poem 2010 Anthology. Founder & creator of the Undead Poets Society
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One Response to On A Pale Horse

  1. I liked the poem as a whole, but really loved this verse,

    “Weaver and the,
    Weaving,
    Both beautiful,
    And terrible,
    Each ready to,
    Snap.”

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